Between Piety & Desire

incense, strawberry candles, and soap
way to butcher a street

there are spells, dizzying spells
you can smell them coming
a torture on the breeze

did you call me?
what did you call me?

trying to turn the other cheek
all clean junkies miss dirty secrets
we’re gonna die, so what the fuck
we’re only here through sheer dumb luck

we don’t like the shit between piety and desire
no, we don’t like the shit
’cause we belong in it
we don’t like the shit between piety and desire
no, we don’t like the shit
’cause we belong in it

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