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
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