what floats to the surface
no one reserves
maybe i deserve
nerves that deny their existence
embarassing insects
crawl in me
they twitch and pinch at decipherings
of i don't know where to begin
when it began in me
pathways vanished
views overgrew
and your grace said it all over my face
why no one's name
is Hitler these days

Lyrics submitted by jail bird

The Kult Starts (Some W)here song meanings
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