Слова:
Mould Bob Life And Times

where the sex goes Centuries of seed and stain Underwater we remain Nederlander profile Round and nose of straight line Dark hair buzzed and figurine

sex in my mouth My breath is blood and sweat Choking like a tourniquet Soulless feeling deep desire Destructive answer and call Break me, break me over and

't even know what you're doing The old life and times The old life and times The old life and times The old, the old life and times, ohh

't believe Anything you say or do And you can't share your Thoughts with me, in case Something goes wrong Or somebody leaves And all of this becomes

movies and animal sex It burned my eyes and made them cry I didn't feel a thing Already beat my memory No sense of attention I lost focus and feeling