the words keep falling from our fucking heads and I didn't really mean what you thought I just said feelings are hurt now and egos are bound to be bruised no matter which way we go someone's bound to lose salt the wounds and let the flesh flare up marching on spectral orders this will swallow us travelling thoughtless and aimless the arrows fly scorched earth lay in the wake of a pointless night of talking in circles we’re just talking in circles communication breakdown
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