Print

You are what you sacrifice Amalgam of pain, should your Misplaced foresight Lead you to my door again Roll out them shekels, babe Spit out that cum My conscience dissipating Your vanity's firstborn runt Just a cat drinking Its own reflection You're not the picture Not even the frame Just a dog drinking Up my reflection You're fishing for pain Religion for one Your fear of failure and ambition the same thing You will never get a table at the Dorsia within Finish off this pedicure Redirect the plane Letras de cancionesYour armor protecting nothing Your sympathy's driest month Just a byproduct of my rеsentment You're not thе picture Not even the frame Just a dog drinking Up my reflection You're squandering pain Religion for one From Letras Mania