Tentacle

Lyrics
Bitter aftertaste of every exploitation Chokes me like a mouthful of spiders Crawling in or out I don't know But I kneel to the gods of nausea In moments of reflection upon what I stole From a fifteen year old girl And not even a thousand seasons of rain Could wash my leprosy from her body
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Credits
- Writers
- J. R. Hayes