RIGHT SIR BLIGHT
What's right keeps ripping the life from me But a heart keeps ticking inside Eyes keep driving the nails in through And keeps my mind occupied, It's all right
Right sir blight
Slipping into the dark of things My sick worlds never been sound Lacerations, Degenerating now
Right sir blight
Staring into a solemn fate Into a forest of blight Don't preach your a saint till your crucified
Right sir blight
What's right keeps ripping the life from me But a heart keeps ticking inside Don't preach your a saint till your crucified
Right sir blight
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