You speak to me
With spitting teeth
Like it’s the rapture
So torn between two worlds
I made my own little rats nest
You speak to me
With spitting teeth
Like it’s the rapture
So torn between two worlds
I made my own little rats nest
Let us speak freely now
Because we’ve been marred
By good intentions
Oh mother, oh father
I took so long to love you
I thought we would be left behind
And that belial would take me
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