from Chemical Playschool 8 and 9
Floored by the tripwire. Stripped by the crossfire. Down on my knees. For the first time in years, I believed... And you came and you threw me your hand and we swam to a land where a promise was sacred, preserved. And my lady is whispers. my lady is air. I keep a strand of her hair in a heart on my breast... and I'm safe in our warm cocoon. I know you'll be back soon and that's a promise that's sacred, preserved. colour me rainbows. Colour me vexed. I'm perplexed by that light from your moon. But you said you'd be back soon and that's a promise that's sacred, preserved.
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