Pond - The Weather

He sold out both his eyes
Yet sees her face
Her thighs in lace
Oh, why such waste?

Ghosts are only negative space
Ancestors, no blood
No place, no mark
Just voices in the dark

The floor is covered in champagne
The leather and the blood, and all the sudden rain
Man, you, you should've seen those cops baptize
The worst-case scenario survival game

He sold out both his eyes
Yet sees her face
Her thighs in lace
Oh, why such waste?

The floor is covered in champagne
The leather and the blood, and all the sudden rain
And man, you should've seen those cops baptize
The worst-case scenario survival game

Written by:
James William Terry, Jay Wesley Watson, Joseph Michael Ryan, Nicholas Roland Allbrook

Publisher:
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