letra de plastic & powder - lower dens
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his head is shaved.
his tongue is on his lips.
from the purse in his hand comes an oft-welcomed gift which,
in hindsight,
had i been wise,
would not have received so willingly.
oh,
these birds never stop.
they just keep flapping a thousand putrid wings infinitely.
what if my tongue curls up?
what if my skin sloughs off?
what will the vanguard think of me and my pedigree?
will they ever climb down?
letras aleatórias
- letra de work - volterburg
- letra de still on the throne - mitch wong
- letra de ruin my life - rayan
- letra de the weekend (original 12 inch mix) - michael gray
- letra de together as none - denied
- letra de no stress - dennis cometti
- letra de aparenta - ignacho
- letra de the speed of time - abby cole
- letra de allodaway - phasard
- letra de életkép - gyuris