Pig Destroyer - Seven and Thirteen Lyrics

Lyrics Seven and Thirteen - Pig Destroyer




The trivial little things left in your wake
Are beloved terminally infected limbs
It is not the firing squad
But the blindfold that makes us tense
Loss of perfection leaves no cause
To persist in searching
Leaving me longing for the day
That finally smothers all hope



Writer(s): Joseph Scott Hull, Brian Keith Harvey, J R Hayes


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