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In End

from Butane​/​In End by Unto

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Ending the drawl, I hoped for menthol
as you coated my throat and said nothing at all
Holding a line, that's holding my spine
nailing rivets until my jaws will be mine
In a far cry, I couldn't hear lies
as you sat me down and said what you would despise
A face wrapped in straw, which yours resembles
mouthing off in the gallows as it whispers wrong:
"sink low to me"

In end, you'll be a mystery
In end, it's me who won't believe

How you thought I never saw, evils coming out of thaw from you
Begging for sympathy, as it's getting hard to breathe in my soul
and in my bones

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from Butane​/​In End, released October 14, 2021

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