Lid closed, I’m stuck in an urn It’s not a place I’d like to call home It’s not that I call to the grave (*ring ring* hello?) It’s more like the grave calls to me We are all so complicated, and then we die My end on my mind Demento mori Maybe it’s the repeating 10.10 wins report
Study of Regrets
Study of Regrets
Study of Regrets
Lid closed, I’m stuck in an urn It’s not a place I’d like to call home It’s not that I call to the grave (*ring ring* hello?) It’s more like the grave calls to me We are all so complicated, and then we die My end on my mind Demento mori Maybe it’s the repeating 10.10 wins report