perfection

[the_treat]

i'm twelve years older
i can't stay sober
and there's a bluebird in my heart that's caged and it won't sing
so fill your bloodlines up with bourbon kid, and this won't sting
it's like the dulling of the senses just might solve something
let The Mourners of St Paul's lead the parade

let the funeral start

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[vital_loop]

LET THE SKY GROW DARK

WITH A HEAVY HEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRT