crimson misery eats my soul and feeds my feat of walking wild among the free, i am home here.
crimson misery, the ave of St. Nicholas speaks to why i still intend we’re We among the wild.
but stranger things have happened, get off the plane and just go home again
we aren’t the same, we’re Casa, death grows with debt to pay, bleeding to the mountain view.
crimson misery lifts my love and makes it weak, a world inside 880 speaks to all we hold dear.
we left raw, rubbed of speech, robbed wide-eyed whimsy left your teeth, the kiss of wrinkles (please no cream), we are safe here.
and stranger things will happen, sift three smoke screens and just come back to bed, it’s not as it seems to those who don’t hold His heartbeat. weaving to the mountain view.
released June 20, 2016
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