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[Intro]
Branwen

[Chorus]
With time still, back in Thornhill
I feel my eyes dry with this wind chill
I could not cry, but I quake still
As I become her victim in this first kill
Under streetlights, down in Thornhill
This the first and last time, life was too real
As I pass time, in my own filth
On my death bed, in this landfill

[Verse]
And she pulls back on that black hilt
Just sliding out my heart, gripping blue steel
When I fight back, I just fall back
To place my hand upon my chest and feel my palm fill
And paint these walls
I thought we were joking ’til she said she really mean it
Pulling at my skin, I felt the tissue lose feeling
She said «It’s not my problem, I’m tryna help you»
But you’re killing me, my love, I know you know that I knew

[Chorus]
With time still, back in Thornhill
I feel my eyes dry with this wind chill
I could not cry, but I quake still
As I become her victim in this first kill
Under streetlights, down in Thornhill
This the first and last time, life was too real
As I pass time, in my own filth
On my death bed, in this landfill