13 Days

13, 13

Heavy the head of the Kennedy crown

990 the miles to the burial ground

Now I'm October rot in the Florida lungs

Theology of the soul and the song

Push it home in the shape of the throat of the sun (Shape of the throat)

I see 2 for the seal in the Turkish dirt

Ironing our sinning, the eternal void

16 sheets on the fate of the skin of the island of manic, the penance of sin (Sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin)

I am the ghost of Algodono Bay

Feeding the fallout to dogs and entity (Yeah)

Turning the devil to ash

Eagle from the sky turned into a flash (Yeah, yeah)

The night's not better than the moon or smoke

Flying the cities that have been to the vault

13 days, 13 graves

Rising up to the urine in a mug

Stick a mop into the water to the tubing in the lights

I'm running out the party with the sick as the last

Leaving out the city with a demon attached

You can set it straight, but it can't take a break

While you're looking for the second, they're looking for the swamp

Neon lighting up the bridge is something like a trump

In the deep south, sun south, 6 is the duke

Running with a brother for the name of a pursuit

Shooting in the vine with nothing but the nothing that I brought (See it here)

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