Sugar Daddy Live Split Series, 3

We move more than I would like to gamble I came with my poor four eyes Crawling weakly warning my favorite, "Come and lie here Under my bed or deep under my fingers" Bent on my hands and knees in times of winding We lie, it's only when we civilize that worm For vagrant time we need it What secret of your knowing is their beginning? Whoa Fortune's to behold, believe it, believe it His widow's nest is growing cold, cold, cold Set sail and hide your handiwork, alive you're going home Fortune's to behold, believe it, believe it His widow's nest is growing cold, cold, cold Set sail and hide your handiwork, alive you're going home (Wait) Fortune's to behold, believe it, believe it His widow's nest is growing cold, cold, cold Set sail and hide your handiwork, alive you're going home

Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026

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