New soak! Hot bed! Empty pockets! There's a ghost in the medicine cabinet.
There's a cold bath crawling through my blankets. Blue envelopes keep
Sealing shut. Send me back. Organs so pissed, yeah they won't stop
Complaining. Send them back. Pores full of flood. Sweat the sick from the
Blood. Send me back.
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New Soak For An Empty Pocket Lyrics

Head Wound City – New Soak For An Empty Pocket Lyrics