The Bright Light Social Hour - Ouroboros '20

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My brother walks on crushed glass
His fingers beaten like brass
Caressing the shame that slithers cross his brain
My brother walks on crushed glass
My sister bathes in black mass
Her love a strangled gasp
Milky the way, a womb hid from the day
My sister bathes in black mass
My brothers walk on crushed glass
My sisters bathe in black mass
Oceans thirsty for cash
Bleeding still for the past
Our futures traded unseen
As everything eats everything
Take our tails from our mouths
Flood the roads in the South