Texty:
Farewell Continental Farewell Continental Ep

So full of shit I need another hit Tattered and torn Looseleaf paraded storm Blinded by the sound of silence Someone save me, someone take me home

That satellite, it is a pretty thing, it glows really bright, it burns everything. We float like aerosol, we rupture through illuminati, We spin like

Cape, Cape Canaveral, go, go catastrophe She's into medicine, neck deep in therapy Where she goes I go, she's a lonely girl Down with the Dramamine,