Alcoholic Faith Mission Season Me Right
very last words uttered from your lips tore me into pieces threw you to the ground wiped me from your body drained me from the sheets still they resonate your very last words
now it's surely over unless you bring me tea while serving yourself up to the queen in me
i picked on everything you held to be the truth i lived on my machines nothing's ever real i placed you on a fruitstand you rotted into mulch still they resonate your very last words
unravelling before med handle you like meat serving you for entrês the remainder of the week
very last words uttered from your lips tore me into pieces threw you to the ground wiped me from your body drained me from the sheets still they resonate your very last words
