Dust of you, It must be cleaned
All is crumbling, my gun in hand
This is not a skull, it’s a fucking train
I don’t know if I have to to jump
Calm down, calm down..
I will kill for an hour of respite
All the witches and souls
who grew up in my mind x2
I was a kid, intricate
Eyes rolled back, telling incantations
Now they’re jumping at my throat
What do they think !?
I always come back to haunt their flesh, their bones
I will kill for an hour of respite.
All the witches and souls
who grew up in my mind x2
Dust of you flights little by little
And I think I found the way of their bowels
In my world we plant briars
Witches and spirits scorching the land
You shouldn’t have let me respite
All the witches and souls
who grew up in my mind x2
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