Prehistoric pretenses metamorphic defenses surrounding the collective feces rotting in your mind
Rain relentless engraved remission attacking superimposed destruction, you see I take what is mine
Corpses piling up so high we are making houses out of them, and the rain comes down until the end of time
Naked, your soul was raped as an infant and now you get to pick up the pieces
I swear to you god loves Reese’s more than Klondike, but your going to have to die to know who’s right
And your shit out of luck if god isn’t real, how would that make you feel? I think pointless is the word
I really shouldn’t tell you, but I’ll let you in on a secret
all this life is, is god taking a massive shit
Call me pessimistic, call me a nihilist
But the world is ruled by the gun and fist
Tuesday night, the time is right, drunk with 3 lost fights SO SUCK MY this
isn’t exactly what it seems, but the way I pray on the rainy days
is lost in this
spiral kiss
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