Crooked handle would you hold your hand down tightly
When I ask of voluntary fealty
Could you stand up to the giants glass of poison?
Would you claw until his sockets are worn through?
Bleeding hearts don't have a place in this bravado.
It's the state of where you are, not where you been.
Valentine I'm not the child you cried for leaving.
Im an arrow built to cut through every wind,
And I can't hide.
Hold on it's a pond not to be sailed on.
The ocean would tear your boat apart
like the eyes you gouged when you were still a baby.
Could you beat them till they don't come back again?
You can hold the hand of hope out at your villain
But I kill mine.
released November 4, 2016
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