Restaking my claim to sanity
with barbed wired roses, you see
spectors are tating
obliterating
and I don't want them anywhere near me
I need you to fine'ly uncover me
with care and kid gloves and you'll see
me dangling on the precipice
of civilization
oblation
there's a time, there's a place for me
unfree
I.A.m
The air is so cold hereIt's so hard to breatheWe better take coverWill you cover me?
-Depeche Mode
Art:
The burden of bones
- Jason Mowry
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