Take my hand, I’m standing right here, I’ve got pills against spleen. Say yes to fucking dope. Here is some medicine for a tormented soul. Burn your wings to the last feather. All I did was sniffing a bit too much.
Nothing is more beautiful.
Take my hand, I’m standing right here, I’ve got pills against spleen. Say yes to fucking dope. Home made cure, deep dead sky. Burn your wings to the last feather. All I did was sniffing a bit too much.
Smoke is blacking out the sun, Give me my medicine. Corpse dancing under the noose, Close your eyes… Smoke is blacking out the sun, it’s blacking out the sun…
Nothing is more beautiful.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.