An inwrought irksome rabbit is washing my stomach I can't stop thinking about my tonsils, how they pendulate between my toes slowly suffering from liberty I'm naked on a tv-set and it's running wild, fast, sweet and heavy penetrating into my grand parents pupils, out of reach but with a canoes evil emotion
Alright, I can admit it now I was a screaming and lying stone operation who searched his way through carparts afraid to be recognized by a spoon
Birds with empty refridgerators heated up the childrens chair sweat There was no chance to drive the table without a blue sock because my mistakes rolled down above the forest of investigation As soon as I heard my neighbour bend his arm with a submarine the milk was hot and dangerous like a bed
Nobody understands how wipewashers can breathe cows Farting magazines are wading in waxed scarecrows
Falling flesh punched me in my bathsuit look alike neck which controls universe with an irongrip of umbrellas I'm wiping away some mirrors from the snakes without drinking any bus stations
Sorry, I'm in love with a doorTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
