Lavatory Service - I, Sail

We're still at the prizing
When they're looking at me
Wishing that i was the same
Wishing that i was here to play

It was surprisingly delayed
Swooping deeper into the field of need
Somewhere there's climber and weed
Someone else's teeth opt and it goes deeper at me

I, to the sea, to the shore
Where nothing is may
Sail, through the sin, through the wales
Where nothing is more
Throw your own dead back, who wants to pay?
Seeking out the deepest of me

(So that it is
Where demons of me go through dispute of holding that thing back at me
They puncture through my skull and weave through my mind, keeping it safe and sound
However, it is Not as Sound as it used to be when they were away
Sculptures of caked pie is flowing through my head
I'm watching some insects fuck, but think about my favourite, exclusive worms in my head
Never liked to imitate, never liked to suffocate a smile when you know it's not funny
Creatures rise through my limb and flickering away to the deepest of waters that i have (veins)
And all i can do is repeat, repeat, repeat, 'till i've nothing to spare
To sphere
To snare
To snare
To bear)

I, through the wales, through the sea
Where nothing is may
Sail, through the wales, through the wings
Where nothing is more
Somewhere from seeking out for me
I throw myself at dump of reasons, wait

Yeah, all alone, shifting out the way
Forging away all the black lights
Forfeiting the blackest of my means
Approaching to the whispers of me

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Lavatory Service

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