Meth Cold Prayers Lyrics


Cold Prayers by Meth.

Silence
I feel all your hate, vibrance, cold stares
Headaches, they call your name
Mother, you prey on mistakes

Dead room, dispose faithful
Congregate, wrap the throbbing mass in its covers

I can't forget
Her bones lay bare
The lover's mist
On her body

Her silence an artifact

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