LYRIC
The black bag hangs above our heads
Poisons you slowly while you say my name
The tubes are tangled
Liquid from that black bag
I am weary, you look holy and that
Black bag…
Bright as a new day
The black bag hangs above our heads
Poisons you slowly while you say my name
The tubes are tangled
Liquid from that black bag
I am weary, you look holy and that
Black bag…
Bright as a new day
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The black bag hangs above our heads
Poisons you slowly while you say my name
The tubes are tangled
Liquid from that black bag
I am weary, you look holy and that
Black bag…
Bright as a new day
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