american death cult - St. Pabst

My drinking buddy died
Was on a foam tide
Sins are hard to hide
Bodies on the curbside

I never told you
I relapsed
I was born in
To this trap

Washed him in the blood
Dragged him through the mud
There's gonna be a flood
There's gonna be a flood, oh

Guess I'm drinking alone again
Guess I'm always alone
God, when will I be whole again?
God, when will I know?

Written by:
Demarion Tyler, Ethan Coltrane

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