The Cult Of The True Woman Redux Lyrics

Artist: Capistrano
Album: Her Mouth Tasted Like Vomit And I'm Still Trying To Figure Out Why

Part of me is null.
Circles, hearts; this is art.
This can of lead paint, can paint in one shade.
Everything is bleeding.
Nobody is watching out for us.

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