Faster/Stronger beats that heart Bring the stake, the nails, the wine Down into the coffin black Distance: Six feet. Time: Unknown As all kinds of predators long to tear flesh of your bones
Too much future/presence/electricity/reason/nothing/electricity
If I understand myself? Digging holes, being away Even ghosts believe in ghosts And it’s too true to be good Get your head checked brother Numb Plugging holes heads ears and wholes No ambitions