Dear exotic engineer, don't be the judge while I'm soaking up sanity. It's not enough. Here in this community, lay off the love while I'm healing. This room was once mine. There may be ruins, but we can play. You are the antichrist of all that's right, with grace of a beggar's cane. Level out nineteen lashes of dexterity. Budding just enough, to flourish for a week. Now, count on a failed recovery if peace is what you seek. Call out your proper sounding sign, fleeting window doll with too much fluid for the pine. We'll have to split to get it in, but only just for now. Call out your proper sounding sign. Shaking through the frame, to straighten up our night. Fulfill my appetite, while valuing my courtesy. We're here for creative resolution. Crave that fusion. It always thins my spine out. Unzip my leather, Mr. Wanderlust. Smother me with bleach, I swear that I won't fuss. Beat me down like torrential rain. Quench my thirst for the belt and the vein. Sew shut that pocket. Let it flow in fifths. Please ignore the bruises, they paid for all of this. Call out your proper sounding sign, fleeting window doll with too much fluid for the pine. We'll have to split to get it in, but only just for now. Call out your proper sounding sign.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
