The Withering Of Skin
rain soaks the soil
washing the bones
I'll tell the stories
that will make them come back
from the ends of the world to kill me
and then it will be over
and that will be all right with me
rain soaks the soil
washing the bones
I'll tell the stories
that will make them come back
from the ends of the world to kill me
and then it will be over
and that will be all right with me
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