Pedestals for the Broken


Your Daughters + Rivers

Eric Vain
Eric Vain


 I swing amongst a pool

Care not if I’m a fool 

I will not wipe the drool

That runs right down to you 


And you ask me, what belief my god has?

As I feel my cock pulled through my pants 

And whisper “Your doors have something more” 

And I tell you, “I’m ain’t worth die’n for!”


I taking off my soul 

As well as all my clothes 

To see what you’ll do with this

Blood from a smaller fist 


And you ask me, to call you pelagic things

And I smell your faith while fucking me 

And you ask me “Deep in can I feel your whore?” 

And I told you, “I ain’t worth die’n for!”