letra de andre - soft plastics
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this town’s a fascist collective
and that’s why i live alone
this marks the end of our kisses
and look what the wind has blown
i don my apparel and step out
into the drenched unknown
my boat is adrift in the lowlands
i’m stuck on this floating groan
i’m ground ashore, broken and bereft
of the will to appeal
the sense of injustice
that coats the dying gladiolus leaves
andre’s gone
he was my only son
he stepped into the mist and cried
“dad, there are wolves on our lawn”
white mist, white p-ss
white laughter, a bell as it clips
its shrill lamentation into the echoing grift
a resurrected and demonic gift
lonely reactor’s sunken top floor:
is this jesus’s home?
letras aleatórias
- letra de kald - jns
- letra de fear to succeed - shatter messiah
- letra de desassosseso - vini sant
- letra de o homem de mil faces - motta mc
- letra de family - the braxtons
- letra de deathbed - chelsea cutler
- letra de wear my jacket - cold hart
- letra de when december comes - club mickey mouse
- letra de dingostyle - kid dingo
- letra de flexin in da bity - blvck