Cyclothymia channels across her pores. I close my mouth and hold my breath as her nails dig deeper. Let cold be warm, and "peace" this together. Connect the trumpet, lets go in.
My eyes freeze close Talk to me hallucinogenesis. I need to know what operates this. A benumbed eerie silhouette stares into nihilty. Bind to this ectoplasma.
I'll part with it, my skin feels shed. I can't heal through this defunct body of mine. My bygone ally.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.