Stepfather Dead Reflection
Follow and support the artist: lyrics: Cold white kitchen In the dark Down the hallway To the flickering shitroom I stagger With a tingling desire In my sacral sphere And through the foggy amber glass The buzzing of dying flies Pulls my eyes To a Dead Reflection The wasted blade draws a line Is it real this time The wasted blade draws a line To a Dead Reflection Cold white Knuckles I m afraid Ghostly foreplay As my every vein blooms For daggers Warm ethereal death choir Overwhelms the fear And through the foggy amber glass The buzzing of dying flies Pulls my The wasted blade draws a line Is it real this time The wasted blade draws a line To a Dead
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