Platonic Sleepover Massacre

The Bled


you tried to cover your tracks but I caught on to you they found your ear in a jar, your bones in a bag, in the back of the room when they pulled the snakes off your flesh, they were hungry for more.
you have had your last, all your sins are cleansed, no reason for you to go on.
I put you to rest


Writer/s: Darren HeyGuy Simoes / Jeremy Talley / Ross Ott

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