There's a hole in a brick wall Six black beetles are Running in a circle Being purposeless
A pillowesque desk in the Corner of a science Room has become the Death bed of a cute girl
She will never sample bottled Chemicals again
And her stomach once contained a bowl of weetabix But a beetle now abides within her ear And she doesn't understand the things he whispers When you poison yourself you can't hear Can't hear Can't
She will never sample bottled Chemicals again
And her organs have become a single organ That can't function but it sits there in the ground It was melted by a liquid sort of acid That from curiosity she downed She downed SheTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
