Owen Westerholt - Clay

Oh the waking morning is burning
My skin is festering with soil
Get the prophylactics
Diseases in the mattresses
Got the breathing machine
Tear the orifices at the seems

Oh the moonlit evening is putrid
My eyes see the glorious gold
Bring the anti acids
No fun in abstinence
Got the ketamine
There's passionate destruction on the streets

Yeah I know a thing or two about anatomy
Yeah I smell the smell of pleather leg wear
Yeah I can mold a heart out of clay
Out of clay

Thing or two about anatomy
Yeah I smell the smell of pleather leg wear

Written by:
Owen Westerholt

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