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As I walk through the coldness,
You feel the savoury warmth.
Your sweet engine will turn my tumours into gold.
The world has an illness.
It is a disease called man,
Crawl into the bitter skies of youth again.
You deserve better.
You deserve more.
I deserve nothing,
Arachnid shelter.
Images of paralysis.
Melancholic abrasions melt my nerves
I cherish the way you cleanse my troubled eyes.
Sever my memories.
in an abyss they freeze like my love
we have reached the pinnacle of infinity too soon.
You deserve better.
You deserve more.
I deserve nothing,
Arachnid shelter.
Arachnid shelter.
Now all I can trust is pain.
The clusters of pain feel so real,
Maybe one day I'll feel the heat of your sun again.
Slowly I suffocate.
stitch up my lungs and leave me sober,
I'll be thinking of you whilst aching for my last breath.
You deserve better.
You deserve more.
I deserve nothing.
Arachnid shelter.
Your sweet engine will turn my tumours into gold.
We will gulp 'til we are old,
T.H.C. brain,
Gold.