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expert of well known vices (my most horrible thoughts) found me sleeping in seeds (are a result of sobriety) whisked me away (you still found me here) to the crossroads (lying on broken bulbs) somehow he knew my fantasies i'd been living like an animal making deals with leeches and wolves hoping my soul still had some worth so i could stay loud and live for free master of well known vices been living in my shadow for a while now nipping at my heels and breathing down my neck none of this is real, but still you're there breathing down my neck he said, "dig deep and then sell to the shallow then you can take, Letras de cancionestake whatever you please" it all seemed like a dream but i've been feeling fuckin empty i'll dig deep, sell to the shallow From Letras Mania