Guilt Trip - Glorious

Crashed beside the slut I tore myself open
Disembowel the lamb slash the wrist and feed me liver
Sitting in the dark fighting ghosts with my fists
Shiver on a lovely day how come I fear betraial

That which doesn't destroy doesn't exist doesn't destroy
That which doesn't exist doesn't destroy doesn't exist

Rip off the wings of angels and spit in the eye of god
A putrid confession from a rotten soul spoiled rotten
Spill the spleen and drink from your cup
Burn a witch and piss on the icons

That which doesn't destroy doesn't exist doesn't destroy
That which doesn't exist doesn't destroy doesn't exist

Written by:
Magnus Nilsson

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