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Every single fool makes their mark on
the back of their hands

and it won't wash off

You drove me to the Apex of
your kingdom and gave me
a taste
I figured, I could touch you in
places that you had forgotten
I thought, I could pull the weeds off and
watch you grow

I really tried, not to want you

but the midnights hand me over and
I have no defense against it

I gave in to the wolf moon, for one last time
and I can tell you that every scene is a
message
and in it is a broken thing,
forcing itself to comply