Did I not show you a way out
beneath the veil you saw my vision wrapped in doubt
your not my son and not my muse
vices squeeze us til we’re blue me and you
superstition is a hoax
stepping over every crack
waiting for sweet life to break our bloody backs
Fear of going back to find all the nothingness we left behind
lets not show our faces until the end
until we meet the orgasm of death
my favorite song by The growlers- Orgasm of death
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