Under weight from this collapse, and thoughts I knew I'd always had the Mouth to pour, the pen to kill, the papier-mA?ché, the mold you made from
Under weight from this collapse, and thoughts I knew I'd always had the Mouth to pour, the pen to kill, the papier-mache, the mold you made from Me, dig
Under weight from this collapse, and thoughts I knew I'd always had the Mouth to pour, the pen to kill, the papier-mache, the mold you made from Me,