my world is always sick...
feet can't stand the ground
i don't want it
i don't want it
i bleed through nail and drill a pain
up me to throw down
free my bones sacs
all is new as same and of again
but feeling great
not step behind
where is the end
my sweetest end
m
y world is a cemetery whisper
my words is sick...
evoke dead tide from water glitter
and stay away
so lost behind
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my words is sick...
evoke dead tide from water glitter
and stay away
so lost behind