Riding midnight rails on a self esteemed engine
Tapping hopelessly on
When the sun came up on the small back of
Baby, when I met you I knew this was for
Small talk happens in my home town
Bodies walk but don't
At our parties, there's two guys for every girl
At our
Breathe on me
Never spit your last tooth and never shy
[instrumental]
The sun rose on the understory with a click of
Ghost with a grin outside a skin house
Set in the
Conceptive city soon to contract and birth a child of
You were born from sin
And if that ain't a curse
Than
We enter rooms at midnight.
With packages of lusts and stuff
The night light shined like nights before
Ashift of a wrist
This family blood runs thourgh me thin as oil in
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