The fever's broken now
And you didn't kill the world
I'll bet you were surprised
At what you couldn't touch
At what you couldn't crush
And somewhere deep inside the scarred
And crumbled fortress of your skull
You were relieved
What a tiny little mark you made
For after all the bigness of the wound
The skin around it's bigger still
Another fever kindles
Another fire lights
But yours is broken now
Yours is broken
We were right
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