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Reminiscent screams like womb dreams From ridding yourself of your own existence The pendulum sways like an empty noose Still your thought compress and you weep and sigh inside Adolescent naivete spawned my optimism Whose head you wore on your coat of arms You're the champion of my bleeding heart When you're shrouded in baptismal brine For the dawning of the great rebirth Don't forget your name when your number's called Or you may end up causing the end of us all Whose head you wore on your coat of arms You're the champion of my bleeding heart |