Broadcast & The Focus Group
the be colony
The forehead is where the diamond rotatesAll circles vanish, all circles vanishBurning beyond the logical lakeAll circles vanish, all circles vanishThere are no emotions in my head, disparate sounds (x2)Mercy me, rising highAsses, ashes and classic glasses in ?The boy and the longing sow the sun Falling, calling, call all falling There are no emotions in my head, disparate sounds (x2)Mercy me, rising highNurses, ashes and classic glasses in ?In today's room with today's viewYou are going backwards to a child to the death of rebirthNurser of the leftover numbers, numbers400 sonnets in reverse, togetherAll circles vanish, all circles vanishAll circles vanish, vanish vanishVanish, vanishThe boy and the longing sow the sunCalling, calling, call all fallingThere are no emotions in my head, disparate sounds (x2)Mercy me, rising highAsses, ashes and classic glasses in ?All circles vanish, all circles vanish (x4)
From Letras Mania