A Will to Survive and a Voice of Reason

Don't fret precious I'm here,
Step away from the window.
Go back to sleep.
Safe from pain, and truth, and choice.
And other poisoned devils.
See they don't give a FUCK about you,
Like I do.

One and the same I must isolate you, isolate and save you from yourself.

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Lyrics: Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums by A Perfect Circle.

This has to stop.

Artwork © Mountain-Ash.