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His blood on my arm is warm as a bird
his heart in my hand is heavy as lead
his eyes through my eyes shine brighter than love
O send out the raven ahead of the dove
I'm standing here before you
I don't know what I bring
If you can here the music
Why don't you help me sing
History is a needle
for putting men asleep
anointed with with poison
of all they want to keep
How you murdered your family
means nothing to me
as your mouth moves across my body