Tentacle
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Lyrics
bitter aftertaste of every exploitation chokes me like a mouthful of spiders, crawling in or out i don't know but i kneel to the gods of nausea in moments of reflection upon what i stole from a fifteen year old girl and not even a thousand seasons of rain could wash my leprosy from her body.
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 00:52
- Key
- 1
- Tempo
- 127 BPM