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The knife seems gentle, but the lines cut deep. |
| Within the silence the city shall sleep As the fading dawn grows form dark, to light The knife seems gentle, but the lines cut deep Hidden in my shadows, my dreams ever creep My demonic visions appear to be the right Within the silence the city shall sleep Scarlet tears my pale skin shall weep No one is here to tell of my plight The knife seems gentle, but the lines cut deep Beyond the bandages, congealing blood seeps Silver in my ears, the whiteness my sight With in the silence the city shall sleep From the mists of morning, my madness keeps Now, then forever, beauty is my blight The knife seems gentle, but the lines cut deep For me alone, death’s bleak head leaps And I, only I, am losing this fight Within the silence the city shall sleep The knife seems gentle, but the lines cut deep |