addicted
and the same movement as the oceans tides
wrapping tighter as the sun turns and hides
when did we become so addicted to our flesh
drink in guilt as our salvation
when did we become so addicted
to our flesh drink in guilt as our salvation
theres no man that isnt bolder at night
grasping lusts throat calling for a colder delight
shes giving up like no one ever told her to fight
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