Sympathy & Empathy / Halo & Pitchfork

Soft Wax

The light has all but burned itself out
And i'm all but burned out on the light itself,
So i called the man down from the Company
To shut the power that brings the Sun to me.

The safest place, blow the candles out
Breathe in, breathe out.


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Soft Wax

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