Betrayal is like a stab in the back.
The foul after taste of sour milk.
A wolf howling at the lonesome moon.
The dead scent of an empty tomb.
A dark tunnel to who know's what.
Like vinegar on a thousand paper cuts.
Betrayal is like a stab in the back. The foul after taste of sour milk. A wolf howling at the lonesome moon. The dead scent of an empty tomb. A dark tunnel to who know's what. Like vinegar on a thousand paper cuts. |
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