Antidote
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Like our poetry
We are bitter
Of demons we can't contain
And faces we can't forget
Dying is a show
While the crowd applause
The moon is our therapist
And the wind a comfort hand
The holes in our skin they speak a little darker than the head
They don't even see
This terrible entity
I will find my Antidote
I will find my Antidote
I will find my Antidote
I will find my Antidote
I will find my Antidote
I will find my Antidote
I'm begging, begging you to stay