yesterday my mother called me
.she said... you're already dead
.dead. dead
i chalk myself to death through a mirror
every day... every minute... minute
time is not the cure
i put my being on her grave
and it hunts me
from there
i shoot my memories against a breast
for i know
.i'm gonna suck'em back to my insides
.she said... you're already dead
.dead. dead
i chalk myself to death through a mirror
every day... every minute... minute
time is not the cure
i put my being on her grave
and it hunts me
from there
i shoot my memories against a breast
for i know
.i'm gonna suck'em back to my insides
Lyrics submitted by Novartza
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