Memory Fragment

Watch with a cold stare
Freezing wind
Razor wire sings
Inside this man
Scars of forewarning
Cry in the mind
For what was done that night
Revenge, it was cold

This bleeding covers me
Clouds my sight
It means nothing to me
This means nothing to me
I surrender

Torture and torment
Deep inside
This battling mind is mined
To prevent being whole
Then the warmth of your eyes
That caress of the blind
So I grab hold

His bleeding covers you and I
Now it means something to me
This means something to me
I remember

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