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From Idle Hands From Idle Hands Ep

The day is dark and the sky has opened. No fire to light the path. No fire to light the path. No water to clean bloody hands. It's too dark to see. You

I would kill you to keep you forever. Your murder would bind us together. Your head is my trophy, your heart is my keepsake. This is not an expression

The air is full of your breath and sweat and the pressure is choking me like your hands on my throat. Gather 'round me, now. Gather 'round me once again