don`t you pretend that I`m not alive my bones never ache unless she`s nearby where is your face in a safe of dead tongues i can see your reflection in your totem first born i suspect you`ve been carry a pack of wolves i regret not killing you while i had the chance
maybe i will always haunt you mark the somnolence with truth better hang your dead palace that have a living home to lose in the river gangs god damns my name
don`t let these hands sharpen your eyes a rasp of tails