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 Seven sins menu listen on youtube or here scrolling menu eyes of seven sins with you, my faith is qualified dirty I hand over my pride at the door, Eligible first-class seat south of your navel Pure sin is the night's flavor Rampage, Bells & Whistles fine ingredients harvested from the wrath from your heart from the core I expose my greed, I asked to dish it out, more gluttony of mind, some I handle well, Wait till I lust your mouth for dessert, I envy what's left on the table I envy what's left of you on the table, Sloth fits me fine when I'm done feasting, Wiping my sanity on your flesh I went down for the third serving, I feel so disgustingly filthy, So satisfied, Tasting what I can never have enough of, what I don't deserve. As you like us to feel. Then, it gets too clear… Redemption is just a turnstile to renew the cycle.   So I get close to god in the wrong way, to get back to you. Born again for your seven-sin menu. (extended) I do it again I come back ...

seven hours late   listen on youtube or here my last seven hours falling off the clock scrapping down the wall, bidding farewell. my blurred eyes gazing at a photo, it too, tethered into madness, sight fading, all the lines and colors of you. Slowly draining. Your photo. Now, a blank white paper canvas , a last glance intoxicates whatever moves me. = if it's any comfort, I might want to hug my odes to you, recite my broken blunders, epic failures stand on my crooked past, reprimand convicted crippled fingers, that caused you to be gone, a fruitless remedy, I can tell by the way I'm missing you. = wanting to be wrapped in between layers of your dreams your breath as musical notes, in tune with magnetic symphonies   dedicated to this melancholy.   Show the love of god. I heard so much about it.   = so peel the skin off reminiscing words, let the couped-up dreams spill on these dying days, let them wander your streets, pace time away. You can take this guilty in an ass...