The people all have teeth
That gnash away like knives
And I feel the wounds inflicted
On this aching heart of mine
Words like acid searing
Into my virgin skin
Silence is the flame
Of your eternal sin
Step after step of pain
Is what I have to climb
Bottom, middle, top I see
This aching heart of mine
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