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mold infested cabin

boxes to the top

dirty woman lies rotting

dirty lies rot the woman

she won’t wake up

id burn down this cabin if you asked me to

if you opened your arms id run straight towards you

id wiggle in your web waiting for you to eat me

sink your teeth into my neck

remind me im lost

youre my goddess

betray me again

ill worship you on all fours

my face against the floor

your heel in my skull

id burn down this cabin if you asked me to

id burn this whole cabin down just for you