Back in the cuts break-back cement 40 oz so minimal in our heads drown drone beggars where are you glory under the bitten sky we play back in the past
Just another gypsy hook Chocking on that dick you rode And it's taken his, in which I abode Where i slit the morse of my mothers throat Rotten to me,
How I crave the way the world spins under me, But I sleep instead. Grip a shallow shake, With crippled company... Who speak in my head. The more messes
I want to be fit to take your breath and exhale a resolution I want to be fit to sing along with a pair of sunset lungs where do you walk where
Take a step off of that silver bird from your planet and you brought a little bit of that cold with you ring me out like you would your bastarding father
with miles to drive on a cerebral highway where it leads our hearts to that empire where all unfolds we drag our knees through these badlands
as the way under me moves the world sleeps so still before me im so excited to explore my new cells where the moss and the bugs look like baby cities
through wooden double doors, like walking through a time machine but destination not set back to a date of great significance not time nor place that
Speaking in gray words, The passive and the civil. Now our love starts to burn like the night for it's candle. Eclipse the painful space between our
Kimi no basho ginsei no tsubasa hiroge Fumidasu sukoshi dake mochikonda Cold Tousan ga suteta you ni boku o suteru Kimi wa ueta pirania no you na hitobito
This year is old like a dying father Whose will is out of spite We pile into separate agendas With the songs of defeat Playing in our minds For
I'm quick learning lessons from the devil but can't decide whether I arrived or was contrived I view so many faces from a tower up above neglected inner
What is the significance, in playing the part? A smiling temperament, a sour tongue Can you see behind the shadows, They poison my eyes. Something
Your pocket hands The sidewalk faces Your character and charisma Your pocket hands The sidewalk faces They told me to be ashamed but I don?t see it that
Crumble and cowl kiss your break-neck boys and i'll kiss my shadow cutting through the cattle the corpse with the queen the paper-faced fellow now break
around like you just don't care, Stick your cameras in the air, if you sport Sonny Moore's hair. Hi my name is Sonny moore, yeah my name is Sonny moore
