I know they've been sung about many times before
Cursed at more times than I've breathed in oxygen
And I know they'll be here for longer than I'll be
And they'll go in their own time, winking out without flare,
But now, if they could feel the cavern gaping in my chest,
Deeper and blacker than dark matter,
If they could hear this scream, supersonic, ultrasound,
They would simply cease to exist.
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 4:49 PM UTC
I know they've been sung about many times before
Cursed at more times than I've breathed in oxygen
And I know they'll be here for longer than I'll be
And they'll go in their own time, winking out without flare,
But now, if they could feel the cavern gaping in my chest,
Deeper and blacker than dark matter,
If they could hear this scream, supersonic, ultrasound,
They would simply cease to exist.
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