flemmings - blues doom lyrics
hit me like a shotgun blast
nourishment building up fast
laughing at you hysterically
i am my own evidence
jesus cries on the cross
somewhere middleclass randy lost
this book is getting old
sleep is for the weak
outside paid judges form a circle
waiting for their epiphany
the universe reaches higher
scrub off these golden feathers
before they fly
becoming what you hate
spit in my face
parasitic meat
flies favorite trеat
i am my own evidence
eyеs closed afraid to open
mother keeps me warm
dancing on the wire
insert vampire t++th
fix me fix the world
baby is too cold to sleep
becoming what you hate
spit in my face
parasitic meat
flies favorite treat
i am my own evidence
the umbicical cord has been poisened
flowers smell so profound
stupid phone noone home
black and white pictures slowly dances
they’re fading so jaded and persuaded
leaving the tv on
mother plays a game called
a hole in the head
a hole in the head
fantasy is dead
fantasy is dead
yeah
mother plays a game called
a hole in the head
a hole in the head
fantasy is dead
fantasy is dead
yeah
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