Closing faces, blinding eyes, watered over
Still no heart beat but a lub dub in your throat
Balmy sweat that drips forensics on the forehead
Nameless notions swallowed slowly by listless lips
Pacemaker in your stomach grinds these lazy minutes
Becoming electrical pulses, a shock of this statesman
Who knew the seconds multiplied infinite over
Took back this soft spoken tongue ignited in flame
Now just a ringing by the anvil in these caverns
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