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..the weather in my chest...a silent waiting acheI drank the dark like waterI wore the cold as skinSaw an angel in the rubbleWith a safety pin grinShe promised me a kingdomFrom the splinters and the nailsI built a house of wantingOn a foundation that failsOh the lie was so prettyA perfect gilded shameA scripture made of gossipShe whispered my own nameAnd I am a hobo heartA fire in the freezeAnd I am atorn apartMap of my diseaseFrom the ashes of the saintI lick my bitter goldA phoenix in the noiseA story frozen soldYou were the flood in the basementThe rot inside the roseThe debt I couldn't cancelThe chill that never goesYou took my love's blueprintsAnd you burned them for the heatLeft me with the phantomOf my own heartbeatYour victory was a poisonIn a sweet communion glassA calculated mercyAs you watched the minutes passAnd I am a hobo heartA scar that won't concealAnd I am a torn apartWound that refuses to healFrom the ashes of the saintI claw my bitter goldA phoenix in the noiseA story shattered toldThe storm wasn't weatherThe prison wasn't steelThe only way outIs through the wound that's realNo train no trackJust the hum in the blackA hobo heartLearning its own soundIn the quietIn the quietAfter the