i save all the pieces, once again i save all the tiny
pieces of love
before the axe comes
for i have no choice
and you none the less
i am what is left of death
and you are my obituary
once again
only this time
you blow us the blows of life
under which
my tiniest vessel
will pass
pieces of love
before the axe comes
for i have no choice
and you none the less
i am what is left of death
and you are my obituary
once again
only this time
you blow us the blows of life
under which
my tiniest vessel
will pass
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