How ironic I’m nailed to the cross while the vultures stuff their mouths. God and the devil are split by a thin white line.
6 feet from an early grave.
9 inches from being saved.
1800 miles of skeletons on the interstate.
Why do I give myself away? Why do I bleed so easily? Why do I give myself away to the yawn?
6 feet from an early grave.
9 inches from being saved.
1800 miles of skeletons on the interstate.
Why do I give myself away? Why do I bleed so easily? Why do I give myself away?
If death’s coming it best come quick or I’m all yours.
Her clothes will crack and peel off. A hard stance that a habit made soft. I am eaten of worms until I give up the ghost.
If death’s coming it best come quick or I’m all yours.
Take me home.
How ironic I’m nailed to the cross while the vultures stuff their mouths. God and the devil are split by a thin white line.
Why do I give myself away? Why do I bleed so easily? Why do I give myself away?
I’m worth nothing to me.
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