LYRIC
Sliver to see
Speaking in tongues
Deft as a surgeon's knife
Cloven through bone
Pregnant with doubt
You figured out
Tricks of the trade to make
A whisper shout
Mouth full of sweets
Rotting your teeth
Lift up the rug and sweep
It underneath
You… Were… Breme…
When… You… Don't…
Believe
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