Smashed stars and old fruit jars the candy ass guards with their fingers all charred under the cover the protein summer givin' a number in a weighed out sun got an infection ready for inspection the guts that glow armor and shield blaze through the fields mighty directions with the devils peel sanitized rippin' the surf right down to the foul earth they bathe to the cabins lightin' their way through the curious pathoms suckin' your breath down your legs wishin' for a worlds with fresh cigarettes but now they bathe a tiresome grave ??? frequency punks gettin' shadeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
