When Homes Can Fall in a Weekend Flood
Tastes of Bad Blood Inside Four Fallen Walls
No Longer as Tall For Mine and Your Good
Been Cut Where I Stood, Burning Like Fallwood
Choose a New Breed, With a New Name
When Feeling the Same My Fire Has No Need
Still My Words You Read to State Your Claim
There is No Blame Yet Who's Freed Shame?
CK
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