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The sweet embrace of your bones on me
Has me thinking of death and decay
There's no King to the lighter this no source to the light
So they talked about how it become delighted
How I lost it in the same season

There was love from meĀ 
There's no desire for you to keep it up
So pour the gasoline on the bridge
Light it on fire but I'll keep building it

I've been trying to hide my desires
But you're in Unholy CastleĀ 
The devil's become my desire
So can I show you what I've become
Or is it just two words from being unclothed

I'm 13 Smirnoff's down and still drinking
Who needs sleep when you're heartbroken
When conformity is such an overdose of misery
I keep my necktie tight for my chance to escape
I'm scheming to the ending

◄ Nostalgia Eyes

A Prisoner To My Own Room ►

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