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Ilsa - Oubliette lyrics

Artist: Ilsa

album: The Felon's Claw


The soul is a pit oubliette
In your gut deja vu shaky nausea
Quasy uneasy awful feelings identity
A mask to me stale consolation
Prize my life is not to realize the prison
Of myself justifications shitty consolations
Holy shit you put a circle of candles
Around it holy shit stacks of vinyl
Dirty books the bones of our dead
Wrapped in golden foil blurry
Memories blood on the
Bedsheets what could this be mystery
Upon mystery the soul is a sea

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