Tear the flesh from my bones
Til my soul is alone
And my body's a lake
Fed from red-running holes.
You are stagnant and cold
Like the moss on a stone
And a cesspool for sinners
Who you let come and go.
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 6:21 AM UTC
Tear the flesh from my bones
Til my soul is alone
And my body's a lake
Fed from red-running holes.
You are stagnant and cold
Like the moss on a stone
And a cesspool for sinners
Who you let come and go.
