Mortimer Nova Temple Of Artemis
Help me
I can't breathe
Our strangled souls will intertwine congruent and disengage
We'll wash upon the clouded nile defiled and be restrained
The hands that once were locked in lust beloved are burned with rage
You part your lips, your crooked smile revealing your unbound hate
Tell my wife that the devil made me do it
Tell my kids that I had it but I blew it
Tell my friends that I've got it and I'll use it
Tell my folks that I'll never go through it
Gravity, gravity, gravity
Gravity is holding me back
Holding me back
