the soul is a pit oubliette in your gut deja vu shaky nausea quasy uneasy awful feelings identity a mask to me stale consolation
prize my life is not to realize the prison of myself justifications s***** consolations holy s*** you put a circle of candles
around it holy s*** stacks of vinyl dirty books the bones of our dead wrapped in golden foil blurry memories blood on the
bedsheets what could this be mystery upon mystery the soul is a sea
prize my life is not to realize the prison of myself justifications s***** consolations holy s*** you put a circle of candles
around it holy s*** stacks of vinyl dirty books the bones of our dead wrapped in golden foil blurry memories blood on the
bedsheets what could this be mystery upon mystery the soul is a sea