Must have been the gun
must have been the pills
could have been the lies
but he was sure he would set it straight this time
Way of the knife
razor sharp
broken neck
regret
entheogenic pleasure my little treasure
way of the knife
He's the one that left you here all alone in a bad atmosphere
and he's the one who's gonna hold this day above your head for the rest of your days
I had a vision the other day of you
and I holding hands in a long and dark passageway
then you looked back at me lovingly and said,
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