One-Take Demo Saturday: Oh, Wormwood!

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First you were born, now the terrible beauty is bored
What’s innocence? Just guilty ignorance lying in wait
Passed off like a torch, fall to the bitter floor
My hands don’t shake anymore, I’m a bore, I’m an apostate

Third trumpets throwing threnodies through the tears
Acid angels, heroin heralds, there’s a power in the air

Last you will die, for now it’s a minor fall
Repentance just came and wents tallied on a fence
Built round like ribbons cut with bad decisions, woeful walls
My wrists aren’t cut but the blood won’t rinse

Oh, Wormwood! Blazing like a star
Oh, Wormwood! You fell so far
Oh, Wormwood! Blazing like a star
Oh, Wormwood! You’ve come so far

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