Inky black does fill the veins of giving thanks and please Tried to lie but lied at trying Tried to be the breeze I can't even hear your face The noise floor rise to fill the space And not one worth a drink to In the trees
Bolt hard Bolt into the sound Swear hard And ride them underground
Canonize the ink that pours Celebrate the seed Cautious not to understand Promised to the dream Foreign feelings win the scraps Left to fester, cursed to lapse A willingness to fray Is all you'll ever need
Bolt hard Bolt into the sound Swear hard And ride them underground Maxed out version of the taste Separate the runner from the raceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
