The end of everything is near and i still can't get this tune out of my head. The songs we played and all what we thought that was real, was just a ruse to keep us sane. the city brood it's end with magnetic lights it's takes it time to move a pawn the neon streets envelop cops on patrol don't move or breathe 'till come the dawn.
The city lights bend day and night as they please. dark purple straight from eighties films the life machine will still go on when we're gone, but the captain goes down with his ship.
Houses upon houses and stores upon stores, an Entropology ignored. Houses upon houses and stores upon stores, an Entropology ignored. Houses upon houses and stores upon stores, an Entropology ignored. Houses upon houses and stores upon stores, an Entropology ignored.
Ha! ha! i'm wearing warpaint, ha! ha! already blood stained Ha! ha! i'm wearing warpaint, ha! ha! already blood stained Ha! ha! i'm wearing warpaint, ha! ha! already blood stained Ha! ha! i'm wearing warpaint, ha! ha! already blood stainedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
