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You!
I run from the sounds
Through the screeching forms and the bitter thorns
And all of your ragged hounds
A baying pack set to attack
Where the wisdom holds no bounds, we

Cut loose the threads
On razors we tread
In-between

Sleep and reality
Turning the white to red
Communion and blasphemy
Dragging me down!

And feelings go on
Let features trace past reckless harm
Wrought in the neon until the dawn
And shadows grow long
Don't give, lets take, let's raise the stakes
And we're diving in headlong

Cut loose thе thread
On razors we tread
To bе seen
Cut loose the thread
On razors we tread
In-between
A truth and the hounds that we feed

To drown out the sound
The bitter taste of those laid to waste
And the burning of the ground

Hounds and their teeth drag me down
Hounds and their teeth drag me down
Hounds and their teeth drag me down
Hounds and their teeth drag me down

The shifting sands under stamping feet
Flicker and pulse to the end time beat
The ticking and the numbers a loaded gun
The faces and the muses and the damage done

Hounds and their teeth drag me down
Hounds and their teeth drag me down
These hounds have me now