BUGS

O’Death – Bugs

I really think you’ll enjoy this.

I know that days don’t come back, please believe in me.
And then my eyes just turn red, far as the light can see.
I’ll abide her arms stretched, through the years and hours.
Pass the quiet dawning, then begin to sour.
I’ve been wastin’ most my time, living for the day.
When like bugs we figure out, how to make light stay.

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