It'll burn a hole right through this town and all the animals will feel it in their cages. It'll mix with minerals, minerals and backbones to go home and reflect how they tore this building down, you ask for more!
It'll last past a century of soil. Icarus will see it on his way up past the arrow. Then I said that I understand now, it is a color, these are the people that I group together, you pre-curse the letters and the postcards that you sent, my eyes are open. Sliding your tongue across the paper produces effects that resemble weather that produces weapons and the postcards that you sent, my eyes are open. And I understand now, it is a color, these are the people that I group together, you pre-curse your letters and the postcards that you sent, my eyes are open.
Dig a trench with those megaphones, megaphones and pirates! Everything will change when you pull this boat ashore, Nothing more from you!
Some are snakes; some are poisonous. Well, you've given up life! Well, I give up mine!
From wheels to motors... From wheels to motors... From wheels to motors... From wheels to motors...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
