frisk - east coast funeral lyrics
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my mother’s silence
my brother’s violence
stranger in a casket we called family
h-ll would be too kind of a resting place
my mother’s silence
my brother’s violence
stranger in a casket we called family
i still can’t stand the sight of your f-cking face
for you, for me, for us, that’s why i do the things i do
for you, for me, for us, don’t like my best? f-ck you!
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