12 acessos
My plague, begins with silence,
Here's my sweet swan that makes you cry
Honey, I'll wait for your reign
You gotta leave this perfect garden
I'll wait
Just sitting smokin'
Before my demons make you cry
I'll wait
Stealing from your grace
Before my demons make me cry
I have a pistol
This poetry
My sublime strychnine girl
And my screamin'
Breaks the ceiling
Now my children are cuttin' grass