Misfortune has laid its wretched palms on me.
It peeled back its mask, like a common fucking thief.
While the panic issued, the little voice I had succumbed to the void.
For those terrified for non-existance, a penny for any thought at all.
I am the pioneer of broken promises and endless empty apologies.
Whats the point? I have now become just another hassle.
So rise and shine to the deity of failure.
All hope is lost, all reason is nil.
We all suffer from unquenchable bloodlust, it stems from mistrust.
released May 12, 2017
Written by BODIES
Recorded, Mixed & Mastered by Ayya Georgievska @ayyasmusic
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