In front of this single white candle I’ll pray
In front of this single white candle I’ll bow my head and I’ll say it should
Be Satan who is to die and now I’m certain tonight Richard for you I’ll cry because
Muerte
It’s got one on me
Muerte
It’s like a ripple in a puddle from a stone that I cast
My friends and family want to look at me and talk to me as if I’m living in the past I’m not
Even my little girl says she knows why the bad man did what he did and I still don’t
She walks around uninterested and aimless now she’s an aimless kid because
Muerte
It’s got a few on you
Muerte
I don’t know why you told me this
Now I’ve got to live with it
It’s a pretty good secret
Now I guess I gotta keep it
Very Machine bridges the idiosyncrasies of Yowie with those of Tangled Thoughts of Leaving in a brand new packaging.
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