Carrion Spring
Aggroculture
All these rags I been dragging through the years.I have been tailored. A seamless dream.all night the moths are putting up the fight.kill every lightcause I can not afford another stitchI can't afford to lose any face.These threads, handed down, I can't give up.Those vines, the painful clingjust keep hackingjust keep hackingto no avail.It's somethingI'll never seeI'll never seecant ever see throughthe suits that become you.won't ever tear throughthe suits that become you.
From Letras Mania