[Verse]
Tearing off the bigger slices
Even though they taste like vices
This morbid muscle helps me think it through
Well I'm drunk, running to a laughable snare
And I'm not so bothered for the palbable stares that I receive
A bitter kiss
God forbid that I romanticise this
Tearing off the bigger slices
Even though they taste like vices
This morbid muscle helps me think it through
Well I'm drunk, running to a laughable snare
And I'm not so bothered for the palbable stares that I receive
A bitter kiss
God forbid that I romanticise this
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