System is Down, The

by Occult Fan

spider holes

like bullet webs

a broken sun

and a mourning moon

kiss blood crush

lips teeth divine

salt of her his her his her his

you know

and still we are broken dolls

doors to nowhere but the void

come back to me

like I come back to you

we’re not desperate

we’re fated

we’re not degenerate

we are MKUltra

and we are not the devil

we are heaven’s spawn

sick to death

with the life we live

now and

again

so

it

goes

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