A pound of flesh

A cut of hope

Half your soul

And all you are

A pound of flesh

A cut of hope

A single tear

A thorn off a dying rose

A pound of flesh

A cut of hope

A lovers still-beating heart

A god dead at her own alter

Bring me these things

A pound of flesh

A cut of hope

And mayhaps you'll get what you're so desperate for

A pound of flesh

A cut of hope

Half your soul

And all you are

A pound of flesh

A cut of hope

A single tear

A thorn from a dying rose

A pound of flesh

A cut of hope

A lovers still-beating heart

A god dead at her own alter

Bring me these things

A pound of flesh

A cut of hope

Mayhaps you'll find yourself

The god dead at her own alter

Or Mayhaps you'll find yourself

Without a pound of flesh

And a cut of hope

When the truly selfish gods come calling

Pray, sweet love, that this desperation singing out from your veins

Is worth the price I beg of you

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A Pound of Flesh // A Cut of Hope