+don’t ever need to apologize

+don’t ever need to apologize

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you fault my pride

as your lips unfold
shaking purple from the cold

you better learn to crawl
before i walk away

you broke my mouth
the bloody bits are spitting out
is your grave unscathed
the worm is counting down the day

as the rat and the fly
they’re searching for an alibi
as we wait the wrath
they never went to sunday mass

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as every prophecy unfolds
hell is surely on its way

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-kings of leon-