It stick like glue
All thick in side
Nothing can get through
All faith has died
It's coverd with black
With church bells ringing
Where bitterness at
Never leaving just lining
Souls at my feet
Blood in my hands
Anger in my meat
Where it'll always stand
Or maybe someday cease
Or break that brick wall
But now it's a leash
That has not yet fall.
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