Communication
The communion of relations
This is my body
(Use it as much as you need)
This is my blood
(Drink, if it'll save you from defeat)
Whatever it takes
To break the cycle
The spiral downward
On the third day, we spoke again
Absence makes the days grow longer
Tears will make us that much stronger
Somewhere down the line luck tripped
Left you with a shiny rip
Until now, you've met not one
Who could sew it up and get things done
I'll be the tailor to your favorite dress
Mending every stitch or stress
I'm no saint or savior
No, I'm nobody
No one in particular
Just a young boy with a needle and thread
Hell bent and bull-headed on raising the dead.
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