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Your tongue pierced my fragile
words are daggers thrown
Unaware, unapproachable, unwilling
Unwilling silence, unwilling silence , unwilling

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

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

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