Cpl 593H

Stuck on the lifestyle
Cobras in the lighthouse
Special time of leaving
Mercy in my anger
Saw the blood, stepbro
Animal skull, reject his eyes
Fought a little demon, said come behave now
See the spirit; there's no discussion
You and I belong together
I'm begging you, it's low pressure
Grown apart but never say never
I'm so low
So long gone, gone