sail away
I feel the sickness rising
I glare your smile every once in a while
Sweaty fists and ulcers on my tongue
You never gave a care with your life in disarray
Now you're off miles away not worried but you say you gotta stay
Hold me close and never let me go
Keep my frame of mind when you go
Swelling guts over poured up cups
I see the reaper coming closer dont let me judge
Eager for death you...
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