dagwerk

song

familiar hurt is hurt in vain.
from its rotting fruits i gather none.

it says it comforts but its da is pain.
it boasts to ruin my happiness,
but happiness is not my game.

familiar hurt is hurt in vain.
from its rotting fruits i gather none.

it just repeats the dirty steps it took
before i picked it of its hook
and laughed it boldly in the face:

‘familiar hurt is hurt in vain
from its rotting fruits i gather none’.

if ever you should need
to satisfy of hurt my need,
you’d need to come and let
your friendly daggers feel my deep.

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