"We are just a moment in time, A blink of an eye, A dream for the blind, Visions from a dying brain, I hope you don't... understand" - Anathema
The sky was blond like her
It was a day to take the child
Out back and shoot it
I should have buried all my dead
Up in her cemetery head
She had dirty word witchcraft
I was in the deep end of her skin
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