today is a trifecta of curses
love hate and cynical nurses
prescription drugs in the form of news events
about some new war in faraway continents
I'm hiding devils up my sleeve and angels in the closet
go ahead and put down your deposit
the snow feels warm and the fire is freezing
this is gods joke that fucker is teasing
somewhere along the way we all lost our heads
no one can help us see
now we're sleeping in our unmade beds
among flowers of the withered tree
you cannot bend what's already broken
fix the words that's never spoken
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