I put a face on to make a place on the night shift for me, but the darkness sees through me into the shadows that await me when the morning breaks into my door.
**** it
I'm sore, been beaten and shanghaied,
cried out to my God and
he did not want to know.
Below me
Beelzebub
in a hot tub
I'm dripping while God's
ripping the contract
apart.
All heart or he could be
if we all believed in the
final solution,
E=Mc
and it's
finally
Squared.
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 4:46 PM UTC
I put a face on to make a place on the night shift for me, but the darkness sees through me into the shadows that await me when the morning breaks into my door.
**** it
I'm sore, been beaten and shanghaied,
cried out to my God and
he did not want to know.
Below me
Beelzebub
in a hot tub
I'm dripping while God's
ripping the contract
apart.
All heart or he could be
if we all believed in the
final solution,
E=Mc
and it's
finally
Squared.
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