Metal shell rings by On the picture, on our street Look at the astral skies Peering down in the deep unseen Took ten hours to decide Whether to stay or to leave the nice Let not blood son of mine He sells his soul on the outer side
I've never seen the daytime I tour the ground below I always fear a homeless My life is hexagone
Is the crimson mind Medical myopia? This apparatus is fine, dear God Trying to mend our dystopia
I've never seen the daytime I tour the ground below I always fear the homeless My life is hexagone
Futic [?] tubes all cry Sounding like a grenade in there Summer poplets being tried in God Now there's not much lighter air Let our captains fly Desert of Mongolia Centuries gone by This was our Utopia
I've never seen the daytime I tour the ground below I always fear the homeless My life is hexagoneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
