[00:03.60]Hi
[00:14.85]Scars will heal, soon
[00:20.98]The dregs in us spent the earth down
[00:58.80]Better than drowning in a burlap sack
[01:05.16]I live, as Alice, I die
[01:13.30]Children shouldn't play with dead things
[01:17.20]Foaming crows tear at their wings
[01:21.00]Sad eyes cry crimson blood
[01:57.38]Drop it, it's dead
[02:00.85]Wheels won't turn, they won't turn the birdy's head
[02:05.92]Sad eyes, sad eyes like sharpened daggers
[02:15.42]You'll never walk, only stagger
[02:18.98]Sad eyes, quite cryptic
[02:22.85]Bye
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