Soaked in superstitions Prayers doused in black and set ablaze A piss gold sky opened up for the storm A birthing of a union of malaise In gutters lined with spit I lay in wait Gnawing at the thrill of finding home Entrapment of a passion led by fate A scorched and lust lorn path forever roamed [Pre Chorus} This sickness, ageless torment Fuel my...Learn More