Black Heart's Society - Nerve Damage

What's that?
There's a fear intact
A gear's gone loose
I gotta-gotta pick up the noose

Recluse

With eight pews
Pray to the God you abuse
You choose

Let's cruise
Top speed, trick out the fuse
Spit juice
All night, with no end in sight

Eating my thoughts like you're eating my nerves
Ecco from the heel; this is what you deserve

I said fuck
And now, I'm sick
I've worked too hard for this shit

Eat these words:
Everything works in The Thirds

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