And if you’ve come to me in search of faith, you will find me rotting in the bowels of a saint, we’ve polluted our own, we reap what we sow, and nothing can save our souls

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And if you’ve come to me in search of faith, you will find me rotting in the bowels of a saint, we’ve polluted our own, we reap what we sow, and nothing can save our souls
Dead and Divine - Antimacy [500]
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We could be the perfect disease, but you don’t belong to me.
Dead & Divine - Asphyxia Fiend
My heart's riddled with stitches...
I keep finding all these old papers where I used to write to depressed stuff because I really didn't want live at that time. My life still has little meaning but at least I know where I'm headed.
We could be the perfect disease But you don’t belong to me We could never belong And I want to tell you that I surely do give a damn But I cannot tell you cause I’m sure as hell scared to death