Pig Destroyer

Pig Destroyer - Seven And Thirteen lyrics

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the trivial little things left in your wake are beloved terminally

infected limbs it is not the firing squad but the blindfold

that makes us tense the loss of perfection leaves no cause to persist

in searching leaving me longing for the day that finally smothers all hope.
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Language: English

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