Haven't seen the Sun
For days on fucking end
My eyes they drip tomorrows lies
My skin helps me with fornication
Staring dead on jagged rocks
That fill my glass with jagged ice
Cancer rider comin' through
Full on clemency
Another day to be... all you can fuckin' be
Any days a good day to fuckin' die
Full blown tragedy of life
Singularity of an embalmbed embrace
Trading your years for obedience Haven't seen the Sun For days on fucking end My eyes they drip tomorrows lies My skin helps me with fornication Staring dead on jagged rocks That fill my glass with jagged ice Cancer rider comin' through Full on clemency Another day to be... all you can fuckin' be Any days a good day to fuckin' die Full blown tragedy of life Singularity of an embalmbed embrace Explain Request ×
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