LYRIC

My favorite band, is a witch
Find themselves in poet corners, and they still like to dick
It’s of course, they’re afraid. It’s a fine, complicate
You can find, demonstrate. Slip along, demon ways

My favorite band, is a witch
Find themselves with perfect mornings, and they still try to live
The menstration. Pull it surprised a masterbation. A little morning cries
I wish on thievery of corners. Admit the cries I know he’s saying I know he’s saying so tired

They’ll have to put the little kids in the corner with there eyes and face on the floor
You’re so fucked up now. You’re fucked up now

Put the little kids in the corner with there eyes and face on the floor
Put the little kids in the corner with there eyes and face on the floor

I know you want me to keep on going
You want me to keep on going

And you know wherever I am

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