LOOK WHAT YOU MADE 
US
NOT AROUND
WISH I COULD TASTE US
IN MY MOUTH
ITS SO CONTAGIOUS
MAY JUST
COME FOR THAT
I SHOWED MY TEETH AND GROWLED
AT YOU FOR WHAT

IM A FUCKING FREAK
IM WEAK
LIKE WHAT THE FUCK ARE MY GENES
AYE BITCH
LOOK AT THIS MESS
I COULD HAVE STRESS AFTER DEATH
AND YOU DIE WITH THAT SMIRK ON YOUR HEAD

IVE BEEN PATIENTLY WATING, DEBATING
AND TRYING TO RUN FROM MY PHASES


MOIRA DONT

I CAN HEAR SO MANY OF YOUR CRIES

ASK WHY MY VEINS DONT WORK
YOU LOOK LOOSELY HURT
GIVE YOU SOMETHING IN
MY CHEST IF IT JERKS

I TOLD MYSELF
TO GET BACK TO THE WORK
I PRESSED MYSELF FOR THE DAY OF MY CURSE
THIS SONG HAS A CONCEPT AROUND THE ABUSE
ITS THE FACT ITS A LOOP
THE SONG GOES

MORIA DONT

MOIRA (PROD. T RUSS)

Titular de la luna de sangre.

@riot_angel

anti-world

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MOIRA (PROD. T RUSS)

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