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n the rotting spine

of gods weeping lust

I beat my ailing way

and in that god I trust

there is no luck

There is no light

And in this world I am a blight

I get it son

I hear your call

Now let’s get it on

And end it all

Cos

Chorus:

To fuck my life

My hopes

My plans

And laugh at me with mocking hands

To make sure that my life won’t grow

And darken any seed I sew

It feels the same when the knife goes out as in

I know I’m doomed to never draw or win

Oh it feels the same when the knife goes out a in

It feels the same... it feels the same. It feels the same

End part

We all have our first last

and our final breath

We all pick through

the trinkets of the dead