Pornography Buried in the Woods

Phones, they ring when you're not home
Ghosts roam around in dial tones
Moans lie dormant in floor clothes
Clones of you are what I see on my own

You are inevitable
You are persecutable
And yet you are irreplaceable
'Cause you are my necessary evil



Credits
Writer(s): Samual Glass
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