its crucible kiss and its ravaged ring. With its holy whispers and labyrinth lies. Sacrilegious hungry sighs Let me out, set me free. Let me out, set me free I walk the streets, I taste the dirt
spears and the weak eternal monologuing,. And our war is the crucible of all your longing. At the Border, At the, At the Border. I'm at the Border, At the, At the Border (Here) I was there when the