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de Chat Pile

​​At first your hand was in mine
There, smiling and walking
Then the world split open
Think there was brain on my shoes
Stop it

So here’s where time stands still
For truly wretched souls
And now he’s gone from this place
All matter finds a black hole

It’s the sound of a fuckin gun
It’s the sound of your world collapsing

The world is so still now
Invaded by hands flailing
Forming trails before me
Suddenly broken by screaming
Stop it

Coming up from the earth
Standing up from the ground
Blood on my face, blood on my pants
Running like hell from the sound

Wait a minute
No
Stop it

The mirror holds a new face
A true wretched soul
And now he’s gone from this place
All matter finds a black hole

It’s the sound of a gun
It’s the sound of your world collapsing

This can’t be real life
If I could just push things back ten minutes
This wouldn’t have happened
I would never have come here
Stop it

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