LYRIC

I can feel the dawn go like a burning witch
Tell the one I love the most I'm pulling out the stitch

Worry not cause death will come to those who sleep
Bring a high queen, beggar and a savage to their knees
Fear that I am no longer of a sound mind
Well you're the edge that cuts the most
The needle in my spine

Oh, you're paralyzed

Now I ride the night sky while the weaker twitch
Tell the one I love the most I'm pulling out the stitch
Fear that I am no longer of a sound mind
Well you're the edge that cuts the most
The needle in my spine

Oh, you're paralyzed

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