its a constant bombardmentenough to fill an apartmentyour goddamn f*****g naggingtrumps over my constant bragging.i have reason to be proudbut your bi..
the brazilian undertones of blessed morning.the spanish sounds of birds chirping reminiscent. i wake with a curl in my toes.as the light catches in yo..
and so i turn my back to this world.and clothe myself in ancient villainy.that vale bathed in sinthat i so long now have hung up.shall drape over my s..
where's ya headed hard man?with your skin so bathed in chromewith your lips so hung in frownwhere's ya headed hard man?gonna give s**t without takegon..
i wanna stepp in through the front door.hang my coat and hang my hati wanna put the record under the needlethen endure a seunsual attack.i wanna slide..
there is a feelingmost of me can getthat aside from pussyworking outeatting semi vegan (though f**k that vegan s**t)and the occasional indulgence of c..
with matters so developedinto hatred toward reason.with kings wearing ragsand the peasant clothed inholy man's skin.with faceless mencovered in beards..