LYRIC

With in my inquiry, the glorious past times
Make my belt and I will unaware
The trappings feast upon my flesh
My flesh
And it's like leeches in the place that I rest
Bear witness to the ways
And it's like leeches in the place that I rest
Bear witness to the ways things regress

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