Texty:
Some Girls The Dna Will Have It S Say

one's yet to notice here The doors are deadlocked but the whores aren't wedlocked Free love in this city A sick cult of synchronicity Oh shut up, it's

head in the clouds My feet aren't seeds so I see no reason to plant them And I'll keep my head in the clouds You say, "But I am here on the ground" There's

keep your mouth fucking shut when you talk to us The dream machine will take it's tilt The fear will bloom, the heart will wilt Friends forever fucking each other's

It is very true Part of my skeleton is stained black and blue A decline in health Irreconciliable differences with myself A flock of crows circling my