dont slit the wrist yet, call me tonight and we can kill ourselves together, im in montana remember......no really call me tonight
ps dont forget about the pastor
Born of womb, born in doom
first breath left, last life entombed
and held in fear, held so dear
my progress regress a silent tear
survive and try to, rebuild and make do
while you change us with the light to guide you
for the master plan, the mind expand
reverse first curse naked hand
cus they steal your soul, no self control
the weak will we feed warms the cold
and metamorphosis, shape shift steal
this ingest compress i feel
the kiss of death, last taste of breath
these feelings meanings manifest
so sacrifice my life, unit divide
and inscribe third eye mind of mine
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