I've got death on my hips and a never ending chain of thoughts I've got free time to gloom and a solace seeking scream One more reason is all that I need To step back off this ledge can't bring back the phrases
Step back from your presence Feel the weight of my pleasure like the creaks in the floor all the needs that were needed
Long disillusions brought a than one could have sought with a handful of Locusts
All I'm left with is this
Long disillusions brought a than one could have sought with a handful of Locusts
All I'm left with is this