O Snake, thou art God
Coiled underneath my throne, with thee I reunite
With blood we make this covenant, myself I redefine

B&W.

Parasites breed
Like worms, they’ll feed
A waste ov air
In deplorable lairs

Chicago breeze
My soul, at ease
Close and away
Prose and decay

AFI - At A Glance

Not a bad birthday present.

The Weeknd - Often