hypnotic riffs, driving rhythms with a heavy groove.
Seven Miles West
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Everything rots, everything dies, everyone feeds the flies.
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With you
my fingers trace your spine
with you
recounting every live
with you
remember all those lies
with you
this is your last goodbye
I never never
forgave you
i never never
forget you
with you
i cut the perfect line
with you
now that i know your mine
with you
my fingers deep inside
with you
leave you to feed the flies
feed the flies
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