Sanoja: Twelve Tribes. Midwest Pandemic. Librium.

Sell all your dying words that keep me here
That keep me running
Sell all your dying thoughts
Run with your eyes closed

Trailing my new kill
I scrape away the tracks that marked me
The dirt tells a story but never leaves the names

The were all born godless and vile

Trailing my new kill
I scrape away the tracks that marked me
You saw the stains from the blood on my teeth
And I believe your killing me is for the best
Because this love eats the love from my chest

I keep all you said inside of me in spite of all you?ve torn apart
And all that it takes to stop repeating is to let go and keep running