Bad Circulation, become impatient.
Too long weâve waited,
for wind or rain?
Shame on your daughters,
oh, how they fooled us.
Oh, how they lured us into their traps, oh..
Cold caves in winter,
ice wings would splinter.
Ashes and cinder,
collect and fall.
Done with the highlight,
Midwives and low lifes.
Hands reach for my light,
when it gets dark.Â
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