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Hear the guilt knocking on your door
And rest your head on corpses
Let them coddle you
Hear them whisper convection into your bones
And you will feel the guilt fester
And prime into a deadly dose
But for now rest
Let the the remorse wash away
Chase away the truth
So that u may catch sleep Into a jar
The time is slipping through your fingers
The flower in the vase has begun to wilt
You caused this
So rest your head on corpses