Seven And Thirteen lyrics
Song information
Artist: Pig Destroyer Album: Split With Orchid
Lyrics
The trivial little things left in your wake are beloved terminally Infected limbs it is not the firing squad but the blindfold That makes us tense the loss of perfection leaves no cause to persist In searching leaving me longing for the day that finally smothers all hope
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"Split With Orchid" album track list
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