The livelong day there's a voice in my cry
Growing like fire, it brings scorn to my smile
Time lengthens the night, and shortens the day
The ghosts I host don't seem to go away
…
I've got my reasons
To burn the world
Reasons all my own
A stitch by, which, I'm attached
To, this, world of bone
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