Amygdala Mandala from Crone by Mind Beams

So where am I?
I’m in a cold and hard place
And what are these?
These are hands always doing harm

So where am I?
I’m in a cold and hard place
And what are these?
These are hands always doing harm

So who gave you the keys to my cold storage locker?
Did you like what’s hanging inside?
So who gave you the keys to my cold storage locker?

Smell of you in summer rain
These are things I must remember
Smell of you in summer rain
These are things that will never be

All those piggies hanging up hanging for the slaughter
All those piggies hanging up hanging for the slaughter
They were there for you, they were there for you
They were there for you, they were there for you

So where am I?
It’s a cold and hard place
And what are these?
These are hands always doing harm

So who gave you the keys to my cold storage locker
Oh it couldn’t have been, couldn’t have been, couldn’t have been me

Smell of you in summer rain
These are things I must remember
Smell of you in summer rain
These are things that will never be

Who gave you the keys
Oh it couldn’t have been, it couldn’t have been, it couldn’t have been me
Oh who gave you the keys
It was me my dear love, it was me, it was me, it was me

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