I'm sitting in the stairwell after slipping into town
There's roses on the sidewalk, there is blood upon the ground
When the bold [?] human rose to stop inside my chest
A chill [?] side, staring while he wastes
There's a man [?] on his pistol
A broken fist inside his soul
My hands are hollow pillows
My thoughts are [?] bolts
Beyond the world [?] shimmers at my feet
And the rumbles in the soil, it trickles along the street
Well the post that I call evening
Is the sway [?]
I see the river [?]
My thump [?]
I'm sitting in the stairwell after slipping into town
There's roses on the sidewalk, there is blood upon the ground
When the bold [?] human rose to stop inside my chest
A chill [?] side, staring while he wastes
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