Testo Fear For Me Now

Testo Fear For Me Now

Shield the ears of creation
Hands forever free of blood

I am the foundation on which dreams die…
Predicting an imminent pain through delusions of decay
There will be no rest, pestilence will spread on beds of nails reinforcing wounds

Hanging on every word
I’d rather hang myself

Shield the ears of creation, fault not yourself
Hands forever free of blood, fear for me now

Hanging on every word
I’d rather hang myself

"Are you there?
You’re sick
You're sick, you need to come home
You're sick, you need to come home."
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