Southern Comfort (Paramartha)

Lyrics
Come into my room He says Do you wanna lie down on my gravebed? Come into your room You're choking on my bed Snow is coming down Feeling cymbals of wrath And the snow is coming down Do you like works And the cymbals are crashing Take off all your clothes she said She said take off and take off all of your clothes On my green bed (?) She is What Oh what do you like about that fear I say Give me and give me that And give me your Give me your hand You give me your hand I said I started to laugh Because the look in there was funny White and glowing like a story And I thought about all the times That I collected She took my bones and licked on their marrow And licked on their marrow And licked on the marrow of bones
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