LOW PLACES LYRICS

"Honor Thee Cult"

At war with peace
Obsessed with death
Holy rule, a downward pull
Rats will infest

Scrape the words
Off the tongue of spite
You sentenced me to misery
My hands are tied

Cringe

Bathing in ashes
A loss to forget
Twenty four hours
Of restless shit

Screaming amongst
A sea full of waste
"Pain is comfort"
My mind is defaced

Haze fills
My lungs, how do I instill
A life worth living, non-ill
I'm looking for new ways to feel

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