Sink into Woolgathering on Blood you could pour out And never feel it's wrong Try and cut your teeth On a heart ache you felt And maybe it loved you so much Maybe it disproved it's emptiness But with two snakes in the gra**
I'll never walk barefoot again Maybe i should sit on it then Could plan out my revenge And smile on your shame You just wanted something in/around you I guess i guess I guess no one'll get their wish