goldenghoul

d m d r by goldenghoul

the tides of lethe by goldenghoul

I am sin throughout.

What the fuck are u talking about?

Looking back what a trip what a trip.

I see now no one gave a shit.

Lying face down in a ditch.

Overhearing ppl call me a bitch.

Sowing doubt.

Just for clout.

I am sin throughout.

But baby id rather be knocked out.

Looking back what a trip what a trip.

I see now no one gave a shit.

Lying face down in a ditch.

Call me call me your lil bitch.

Sowing doubt.

Just for clout.

What the fuck are you talking about?

I see you u were once devout.

I am sin throughout.

Sowing doubt.

Just for clout.

What the fuck are you talking about?

looking back what a trip what a trip.

I see now no one gave a shit.

Lying dead in a ditch.

Overhearing ppl call me a bitch.

Sowing doubt.

oh it could be worse

she’s got that curse

laying low in a broken down hearse

whispers of things unspeakable perverse

as i listen closely playing in reverse

drinking the blood trying to immerse

lost in the gaps of the vast multiverse

oh it could be worse

she’s bound by that curse

oh it could be so worse

ripping out daggers they drove thru my spine

bleeding out bad blood of swine

days roll on

ripping out daggers they drove thru my spine

bleeding out this bad blood of mine

days roll on

ripping out daggers they drove thru my spine

bleeding out bad blood of swine

days roll on

days roll on

ghost to ghosted by goldenghoul

stigmata of hope by goldenghoul

the stories I know

they haunt my soul

in the final hour, where does the rage go

the stories I know

they taunt my soul

the shadows they grow

the coldness it creeps

a promise we made that we couldn't keep

let go sink with me into the deep

maybe it’s just the changing of seasons

perhaps we don’t listen to reason

we were just naïve, not heathens

here we are facing your demons

while the wicked are peacefully dreamin

our hearts are broken and bleedin

while our tears are endlessly streamin 

you left us out to spoil

reaping all kinds of turmoil 

maybe it’s just the changing of seasons

perhaps we don’t listen to reason

we were we were just naïve, not heathens

here we are facing your demons

while the wicked are peacefully dreamin

u can't wait to get your shit together

because its now or fucking never

drowned by shadows in shallow rivers

watching her puke in rainbows of splendor

u can't wait to get your shit together

because its now or fucking never

she was gone all gone lost on a bender

harvesting the haunted fields of sweet surrender

u can't wait to get your shit together

because its now or fucking never

her red strings were burned and severed

tho her soul had endeavored to wither