Decay Lyrics by Vincent Lima
Steer clear of the house that his father built
I heard that’s it’s nothing but broken wood
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Steer clear of the house that his father built
I heard that’s it’s nothing but broken wood
Voice of reason go to hell
May we never speak again
There was rain inside the city
But the memory stayed dry
I still remember what it felt like
To sit out on your porch during a slow night