Staring my pain into the floor
Pulling out hair bushels like pages of a book
I can’t stand the sight of anymore
Resin hits pleasant, I’m encased
Dull as a pheasant on rifle cock day.
Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge
Staring my pain into the floor
Pulling out hair bushels like pages of a book
I can’t stand the sight of anymore
Resin hits pleasant, I’m encased
Dull as a pheasant on rifle cock day.
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