History
Gave my love 2 thousand yesterdays. Nothing is wrong. I am always a little late. Probably will probably won't. Get this disease cut out of my throat. All of a sudden you come my way. Baby believer. I won't be saved by morning after. Struggling my name. Slave to the master. History moans. Mouth of out father. History moans. Mouth of our father. Edge of my bed. Benzedrine telephone. Struggling to speak. Sicker then sickest dog. Falling faster then a liar's grin. We need to be saved from the shit we're in. I believe you. I have found the perfect way. To bring me down. I won't be saved. By all your yesterdays. Piss on my grave. Piss on the underlay. History moans. Mouth of our father. It's the movement we're after.
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