The sound of breathing
'Protect this disease in me'
She said
The sound of breathing
I have never known fear like this before
I remember
'The beauty's old but still as good'
She said
I remember
That I woke up in a cold, dark room again
We are new men
We're the service, the pleasure skin
We are new men
No words, no image
No hope and fame
No shelter
You could feel the bitch outside the door
No shelter
She said
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