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How intrinsic
Your soulless eyes cast demons into my flesh making me revile their wickedness and love their hate
May I roll for a minute upon your grace, lend me your ear and I will tell you a secret
Fall upon my flesh and I will taste your ear while listening to sweet whispers about how much I failed in life
We can sing a tune together about the harbinger of death and celebrate recovery while exercising our own demons
Flesh is such a sweet tune for an old soul like me, I have been around 36 years this time --- how many others? I don't tell
Death Is A Good Ol Gal
Exorcising demons? I just live with mine. The walls that keep the really bad ones out, keep the lame ones in. Go figure. :D