Post Funeral Sex – This Corpse I Call Home

Post Funeral Sex – This Corpse I Call Home Lyrics

Artist: Post Funeral Sex
Song: This Corpse I Call Home

Dark skies ahead
And I’m scared of getting wet
I’m pathetic, I’m small
One person, I will fall

Since when did the moon look so beautiful?
Oh, you know I’m a mess
Choke myself on my regrets
And yes, I confess I’m scared of what comes next

But I will lie and say that I’m doing my best
I’m not an artist, I’m a mess
I’m a mess
I’m not an artist, I’m a mess

I’m a mess
I’m not an artist, I’m a mess
I’m a mess
I’m not an artist, I’m a mess
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From the album:
Post Funeral Sex [Explicit]
Release Year: 2022