Guerdon of your grief is the unvail of your jurisdiction Juniper skylights massage a methane poise Sojourn in your valley of soggy, wet temptation Untame your vortex of supernatural panic to hunger-mongers throwing a myth in and out Double crossing our lives with doubt, leaving us seperate now, foggy with rage I have eaten the cross, have digested its love Indeed, in the end..death won't settle for my hypochondrias I put up barricades and he may advertise cognac and razor blades May we flaunt our escapades
By Ravenous [BACK]
