Room to suffocate
Under the crushing weight of dirt
Dried in (The) lungs of sons
(With) nowhere left to go
(Who) left to write
Drink warm lye
Lie in bed
Warm
Lie to lie
Three lungs
Not one left for us
Not one left
Get it to rain for days to make Room to suffocate Under the crushing weight of dirt Dried in (The) lungs of sons (With) nowhere left to go (Who) left to write Drink warm lye Lie in bed Warm Lie to lie Three lungs Not one left for us Not one left Explain Request ×
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