The whole world burns,
so I find myself hoarding sand / giving hugs
quaking shoulders roll in mud / soothe the fire / kill the cardinal, the abbott / set pope free slowly
so I find myself hoarding sand / giving hugs
quaking shoulders roll in mud / soothe the fire / kill the cardinal, the abbott / set pope free slowly
tic goes fuck fuck fuck, we're stuck on a dying rock
and all I can think about
is my smoking chimney.
and all I can think about
is my smoking chimney.
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