Xerocide


Brother we stick together we fall apart
While we haunt these hollow halls Inside her fathers residence
When empty heads fill crowded rooms,
I can hear my own spine crack
I keep my collar up and wear a lions mask
I feel their stares they violate me
Bodies pile in suffocating,
firewalk the coals there's no turning back once you're gone
Meet by the back door run for our social lives
Sell your soul Revive I'm alive
Now were faster than fashion when fascism's in
and its never out of style
xeroxicide
You smell like sex and cigarettes, this moment is a blur
Everyone hold down your favorite girl







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