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From burst to fear so fast I run..
from fear to dust I am your mistress
from the past, the future falls between,
Hands in pockets; so fast I run deep
 
Mouth dry, cursed to the bones
I fail and fall, from burst to dust I am,
through glass and people I once spoke to,
behind walls beside doors.
 
I am not.
 
Watch them all and please
Covered tight
Stand high
 
Getting late, the eyes got warm
shoes of ice playing dice on the floor
 
Watch them all and offer
rigid smells,
Spilled my gore
 
Behind walls, beside doors I puke
Titans on the loose