lyrics:
They question us when there's blood on the floor
Starve me away, because I didn't need any more
Run up and down the corpse, until there's just no more
Flatten out every piece of change until your nails scrape the floor

Five more cents
That's all I need
Five dollars, yeah
That's all I need
Repent or give me what I need
Feel guilty or just pray to me

They don't care about the trumpets ready to blow
The eyes are hyper-fixated on the paper in my hands
My selfishness takes me out wondering, what will I show
A couple hundred or something
Oh no, is this a scam

Gods of manipulation bestow others with their plans
They know no better than to live off the rest of the fam'
A perfect plan lets beg for the money
Blend in with the real ones on the street
Because i'm just a phony

Don't wear a cross
Just to come beg for my money
I'll lend a dollar or two
But don't ask for all my money
Christian's not a costume
At least that's what I thought
I struggle to defend what I fought

What I fought
What I fought
What I fought
What I fought

beggers

¿Adonde Waltz?

Fuck, You're On My Mind

Soft Tongue

She's Got No Juan

freedom will never be inevitable. but loneliness will.

summer stripped take

for you

Melancholy Sunday

just ask pagmeter how im doing

Super Fried

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Soft Tongue

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