Compass rose
Pricking you
Bleed a map of stars
Battle wounds
Blood we drew
Busy making scars
Mess with it (mess with it)
Confess to it (confess to it)
Fate already knows
Tracing us (tracing us)
Embracing us (embracing us)
Where a flower grows
Stand in the way and fate will simply go around
Forces at play flipping worlds upside down
Trembling souls shaken into piles of bone
Blood running cold before it hardens into stone
Dragging on
Time and space
Face the black mirror
Moving hands
Glacial pace
Reflections nearer
Ravaging (ravaging)
Disparaging (disparaging)
Fate will split the earth
Falling in (falling in)
This hole again (this hole again)
Dying sense of worth
(Stand in the way)
Stand in the way and fate will simply go around
Forces at play
Forces at play flipping worlds upside down
Trembling souls
Trembling souls shaken into piles of bone
Blood running cold
Blood running cold before it hardens into stone
Crimson stone
Crimson stone
Crimson stone
Crimson stone
Crimson stone
Crimson stone
Crimson stone
Crimson stone
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