Sexores - Tropical Nest

How to dress for a death
How to say I regret it
It is hard to live with all the guilt
All the stares over my skin

Take me to nest
Take me to nest

Tearing the grace of all the saints
Killing the tender, the naive
When they pulled up all the feathers
They denied how much it bled

Take me to the nest; I want to be a kid again
Take me to the nest; give me back my innocence

Welcome to the tropical nest

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