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Current Swell

this rate, my heart rate will fall just as far As my expectations of you For so long now been holding these wires My forearms swelling tired I kept the current

the ambient temperature rises 5 degrees as their chitinous bodies skitter in putridity... The corpse is alive...reanimated through entomological means The John Doe swells

summit We hear the echoes of dispossession Who is to worry about our affliction When my body departs from the shame The wickedness my sinfullness You may swell

she go to her wedding Fuck around and beat you're ass with two sticks Just like the number eleven And yo I fuck with your current and I fuck with your

as dead. Leave the shots echoing behind. Don't look back until you run out of land. When you think there's a second that you can't be seen, the current

The music's loud it's drowning you out It's what the bottles failed to do You fight the currents well But the swells are getting stronger And you cant

summit We hear the echoes of dispossession Who is to worry about our affliction When my body departs from the shame The wickedness my sinfullness You may swell

If I could have chosen where God would hide his heaven, I would wish for it to be in the salt and swell of the ocean. Carried by the currents to all

rate will fall Just as far as my expectations of you For so long now, I've been holding these wires Forearms swelling tired, I've kept the current alive