In the midst of a suicide summer
I crawled into your womb
Inside your tissue center
I filled my head with glue
Love comes for the young and helpless
She comes for the lucky few
Elsewhere, I can't stop dreaming
A place on earth with you
At the end of a suicide summer
I crawled out from your whom
Outside your flesh-filled center
I spat out all your glue
Death comes for the old and weakened
He comes for the lucky few
Hell's where I can't stop dreaming
A place on earth with you
I don't wanna be a bummer
I don't wanna come too soon
At the end of a suicide summer
You drain everyone around you
Spinning from your loom I felt a thread
Take me back to nothing in my head
Funny where a dog will make his bed
Wee da doo daa
Wee da doo daa dee
Can you feel it coming closer?
The end of the summer's colder
Sludge, Shoegaze, Atmospheric, Heavy Metal, Alt-metal, you name it. This album has it all, and it is perfect. It came out during a rough time period of my life and others lives too. It's been the soundtrack for all of my pain. Thank you Hum tawper
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