Hole

With each passing day
This hole eats away
At the foundation I have laid

Taste the blood
Touch the gold

Sink in the mud
Look up and see the stars

Those pregnant skies
Ripe to wage war

With each passing day
There remains less and less left to say

Taste the blood
Touch the gold

Sink in the mud
Look up and see the stars

This sunken hole will overflow



Credits
Writer(s): Soul Gutter
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