Throes & Bliss

That gut feeling that's killing you
There's nothing more that you could do
A glass pile on the floor
Screams shatter like windows

I slip beneath
Consume me

That gut feeling that's killing you
Comes in and goes like throes and bliss
Commiserate a mirror
The mast torn asunder

I slip beneath
I'm slipping

I watch your vice grip
Come with the waves
You lack the same faith



Credits
Writer(s): Cesar Haro
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