Sense late on how life is deep.
Traps of routine a crisis type feat.
Like songs I hear shower me in shit.
A dog wet of smell and living in fear.
Okay Amos what do you see?
You seem to always make yourself bleed.
Okay Amos what do you see?
You seem to always make yourself bleed.
Sense late on how life is deep.
Traps of routine a crisis type feat.
Like songs I hear shower me in shit.
A dog wet of smell and living in fear.
Okay Amos what do you see?
You seem to always make yourself bleed.
Okay Amos what do you see?
You seem to always make yourself bleed.
Oh, I've confessed quite enough.
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