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Petitioning the Cold

From far away, brought into feeling
Tender flesh exposed,
Lost, insane, memory reeling
Desires distant and cold

From a wound you have arrived,
With salty wounds petitioning the cold,
Guardian hands now frail and old,
Petitioning the cold

Helpless and agonized,
You release laughter breaching pain,
To whom do you call, whose arms will carry you away?
Nothing's ever lost, just entombed
In flesh, alone, marooned.

You have arrived,
Flesh machine exhumed,
Perpetually swept and falling,
Soft hands reach for the moon.

All lyrics by Rob Cook Copyright 2000-2004




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