SLIXER

Don't go looking,
for the snakes
For you may find them

Don't send your eyes,
to the sun
You might blind them

Blood for face
Sweat for dirt
Three x's for the stone

To break this curse
A ritual is due
I believe I'm not alone

Shell of a shotgun
Pint of gin
Numbs us up to shield the pins

Renew our faith
Which way we can
fall in love with life again

Remixed by Tim Hulland

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