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Your tongue my fragile heart
Careless words are thrown
Unaware, unapproachable, silence
Unwilling silence, unwilling , unwilling silence

Silence a sounding voice, you entwine praise with curses
Your words like hell itself
from a sounding voice
All this by the tongue created, words become hell itself

I lay bleeding in the flames, the tongue it
The tongue creates it, the tongue it, the tongue creates it
The tongue creates it, the tongue it, the tongue creates it
The creates it, the tongue creates it

Tongue, tongue, tongue,
Tongue, tongue, tongue,