Though I looked I did not see
Hidden between the cracks & the seams
From the stems of black saffold
& I gave my limbs to the fever throws
I release myself from my self-control
& the land lock goes where the wrong crop grows
Then the woodening in my limbs
I feel every hand on my head
& the land lock goes where the wrong crop grows
I release myself from my self-control
& I gave my limbs to the fever throws
Everyone I knew there was dead
Down in the mist it starts
It is a voice inside of jars
Everyone I knew there was dead
Following every direction
& I gave my limbs to the fever throws
I released myself from my self control
& the land lock goes where the wrong crop grows
Everyone I knew there was dead
Down in the mist it starts
It is a voice inside of jars
Everyone I knew there was dead
Everyone I knew there was dead
Everyone I knew there was dead
Everyone I knew there was dead
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