A rake of claws against a mirror Grazing pelts we all once wore A kindling of a swordless bloodshed The creaking of a voiceless door Where does a mind like yours wonder When it's sung to sleep Mind the clamours of the restless bidders Before you choose to weep And the Hound Is humming you A lie, a lullaby Stuck in the middle of a forest made of Flesh and bones and they're all scared of A lost little boy who has lost his heart Fear's not enough, they have to Tear him apart Follow the scent of iron sinking Deeper into corpses rotting But they can't hear you talk, talk, talk About every little thing Every little thing Every And the Hound Is humming you A lie, a lullaby It clicks and it clatters in corners and borders And they will never Hear me here listen to croons and a calling I'll tell them all the Story, the sun, and the swallow, her sorrow Singing me the tale of the Harpy and the Hare And the Hound Is humming you A lie And the Hound Is humming you A lie, a lullaby And the Hound Hums A lie, a lullaby And the Hound Hums A lie, a lullaby And the Hound is humming And the Hound is howling And the Hound is humming You And the Hound And the Hound Is humming you A lie A lullaby

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