The acacia strain

Killing on empty

The acacia strain
And I dream in black and white and red.
The last time I saw you, your head was on a spike, still screaming her name.
Still cursing the day that I was born. Yet nothing has changed.
Or do I still ask you for help?
No.
Then stop asking me for forgiveness, because
I cannot bleed until my dreams come true
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