Everything is a science here,
The truth in the silence
The guidance of fear,
It wrung out my pillow after long restless nights
And cooled off my head to dampen the light.
Source-4 days, we'll toast
For what I'm thankful the most
It won't be the mirrors,
It won't be the ghosts.
I just balance those acts, using both of my hands,
And pay love respect with a sarcastic grand.
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