Слова:
Love And Terror Cult The

June flew away Flowers pink paint Taker makes one Filled up with blood I tried to assimilate, but I can?t wear these The shoes fit too tight Fake for

I remember When you asked to buy her hand Did you think to fix your own Guess they?re just fine Just fine oh just fine might lead you to go get loans, go out and

I know you see right through me You can taste the air One tongue to taste thoughts One to ask am I prepared To look back see how far we?ve come Speaking

Sludge foams from his face As chewed nails drag above skin He has no hairs left on his tail He?s rose above them Graze past plastic walls He drags her

Could watch you swallow it Sliding down your throat Till it spews out your mouth How do you feel about romance on the slide Pixelated fragments of pride All pick and