It's in blood I suppose Breaking jars I'm no good As the prodigal son And i know that you're mesmerized You had a vision, made these laws And sanitized, are we above desires I miss him so You are so fuxked It has begun Revolution crawls All over you I was listening You light up the sky And scrape out your skull Your lovely face Will never be claimed thrice And we're so unlikely to Upon my wrists i bear the cross My losses mount as i climb across the home Of my own soul I'll claim my prize I don't exist I am divine A ghost with eyes编辑于2023/12/23更新