Came to me on icebergs and bonded cell ties and write up these letters to question your reasons for coming and leaving to carry the summer in allies and basements you washed yourself clean My sockets are swimming, my sockets are empty Came to me in paintings that highlight the sun it branded the concept of living and lying to forgive the layout and rewrite the history a four sided story, a moundbuilders dream The claim that wire had covered your heart and the claim that water had entered your lungs they called you a martyr, and they cut off your ties to the city they called you a traitor, and they cut off your ties to the southTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
