All night my jaw grinds
All is will and law binds
I ever will and do abide
I think in tidy pints
Or tiny tinctures of suicide.
Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge
All night my jaw grinds
All is will and law binds
I ever will and do abide
I think in tidy pints
Or tiny tinctures of suicide.
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