Mortimer Nova - Afterthought Of Grievance Lyrics
Our hands so tightYou crying and reaching for airYour legs spread wideThe same way that had put us thereOur bodies intertwineIs that what you call loveTo feel aliveSometimes isn't enoughWhere is my isaac I had laid before meReached out in the dark, blocking the sunCalloused and manic unplanned catastropheHer lifes the epitamy of imperfectionWe spend this timeLooking so hard to find hopeBut we shouldFocus on looking for helpWhere is my isaac, I had laid before meReached out in the dark, blocking the sunCalloused and manic, unplanned catastropheHer lifes the epitamy of imperfectionBless your filthy wicked heartI'm an eel fit for a whore