It has been said that the heart knows where
So I cast away my grace and becoming who I am now
The unsatisfying convulsion is painfully alone
It is in dire need of another to please it
I searched for the perfect one and found it
Scatter them within me
The amniotic coffin has been prepared
Lay the soul rebirth to rest there
The unstable minute being
I want to cradle you in my arms
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