Pins and needles, quivering nerves, riven by the light and dark, this is how you split a heart

Anxiously, awaiting, hanging on by a thread, slipknot tied to the loose ends, who can I tell, all of my

Friends are in hell, cause if home is, where the heart is, then hell must be, where I fucking live, dead


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Record Label Relapse Records