Shepherds lead their lambs to slaughter
Someone's kissing the preacher's daughter
Dealers are making deals under the table
"Dad" is the first word coo'd from the cradle
The sun slides down and the mood glides up
Golden laced water boils over your cup
The earth shifts, cracks, kills, and quakes
The corners get sharper as your heart breaks
Your emptiness grows as you grow colder
Your hands become twisted as you become older
The ticking gets louder as time marches on
Fear, at its strongest right before it is gone
The wind whispers swiftly through her yellow hair
The cuts in his sleeves will deepen and tear
All you desperately need is to be okay
As you get up and go down, day after day
The taste of love comes and leaves its mark
It lingers with you as a light in the dark
The moon slides down as the sun glides up
And you're once again left with a half-empty cup
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