abandonment 

lyrics:
a crowded room
a bunked bed im sharin'
black on the walls
its toxic air i breathe in
where is home?
where is home?
where is home?
where is home?
a man told me
it's bad people that usually,
win this race
of life, they call it
so i told him
i hold the hand of angels
while i stare at,
the eyes of satan
i found a home.
i found a home.
i found a home.
you found home.
originally posted on soundcloud:
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#slowcore #alternativeindie