Miserable Songtext
von Brute

I am miserable in my big musty suit
I am even with my every version of the truth
I fiddle with the ring on my writing hand
That old clear jewel in a massive band

Spider veins decorate my face
Alcohol wakes my nasal space alcohol based sprays
Alcohol wakes, Alcohol wakes, sprays

My ear lobes sag with ceremony
My lust is thick with matrimony, nuptial, matrimony