Berenice
My hands my feet are worn
As much as yours are
And though my head my hands my heart are forming
They still feel worlds apart

Berenice
Beneath it all youīre golden
And thatīs all Iīm feeding on
And though my head my hands are growing colder
We move circles now

Berenice thereīs no release at all
Thatīs not worth dying for
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Berenice
My hands my feet are worn
As much as yours are

Berenice thereīs no release at all
Thatīs not worth dying for
And itīs not for our desires but our design that we all
fall apart

Berenice thereīs no release at all
Itīs worthless crying for
And though my ............ ........īcause we all fall
down