In a world where we ruin things just to build them again
We’re never satisfied in the state we’re in
Atop the plane of embodiment we’ve fallen to inhabit the Earth
Secret eso-life agendas, as we’re drained we find our worth
And we hunt beside the hydra aquatic manic menthol mammal
Disease hear me please I can’t feel the wax from candles
My good luck charm is somewhere eating in my garden
I would write to my God but instead I beg its pardon
Jun 28, 2012
Jun 28, 2012 at 12:19 PM UTC
In a world where we ruin things just to build them again
We’re never satisfied in the state we’re in
Atop the plane of embodiment we’ve fallen to inhabit the Earth
Secret eso-life agendas, as we’re drained we find our worth
And we hunt beside the hydra aquatic manic menthol mammal
Disease hear me please I can’t feel the wax from candles
My good luck charm is somewhere eating in my garden
I would write to my God but instead I beg its pardon
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