Seven gates to seven hells and seven deadly sins
Let’s pause on this a second just to reminisce;
If I’m the vine then you are the branches
and there’s no time like the present for taking chances.
This stream, it flows into a river that slinks into the sea to creep under the waves
(There can’t always be a golden age).
This breath, it’s taken through a forest that never seems to clear
(There can’t always be a golden age,
There can’t always be a golden age).
There’s trust then there’s trusting and that’s what I was.
If blood is thicker than water then we were thicker than blood.
Since you must have needed something out of someone like me,
You sure as Hell took your share before setting me free.
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