Fiction Lyrics by Satellite Twin
Superstition has a way of being echoed in the grave
Cancel all your plans today
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Superstition has a way of being echoed in the grave
Cancel all your plans today
Half-fired and ready to pertain
Our stains inevitably remain
Sweet soul signs, the kind that look into you
Such soul signs can only make you be true
All these scarred sheets in a scab riddled book
Scribbling out the pages where the scholars would look
Raise the sign
A vacant open fracture
Aren’t your victories up for sale?
Aren’t your answers patched and pale?
Our entrances creak where we spread out our dead
But our dead never speak, they only listen instead