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

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

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

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