Uploaded June 2025 | Updated September 2026, 1 hour ago

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I can’t get the taste of blood out of my mouth
I bit my tongue too hard, too often, so I wouldn't shout
It drips through the grooves where the paper cuts out,
This page is the stage where my silence is echoing loud.

You’re in the corner of the back room,
You hold your crystal ball with boxing gloves
As you dance your clumsy dance

Where you see a stain, I see a memory
When it starts to rain, I can feel the life flowing through me
Where you see a stain, I see a memory

What you obeyed became your god.
And what you denied is now indisputably Real
What you didn't say turned into your truth
The nest that you poked became undeniable proof that you

Are in the corner of the back room,
You hold your crystal ball with boxing gloves
As you dance your clumsy dance

Where you see a stain, I see a memory
When it starts to rain, I can feel your life flowing through me
Where you see a stain, I see a memory

March 2025, Äkäslompolo, Finland