Wachovia Spectrum
love is not enough
you know what you are?
terrible lie
the line begins to blur
march of the pigs
something i can never have
the frail
the wretched
closer
burn
gave up
eraser
right where it belongs
beside you in time
the collector
wish
only
even deeper
dead souls
suck
hurt
the hand that feeds
head like a hole
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