Ado
Betwixt Ambush & Appointment
Pince your tongue to sustain your tide from spilling on your suit and tie. Tie your own rope. The long arm is laid out on the nine, It's always nearly seven And there is your parasite,
snuck between the tight of my thighs. Drive off the end of the world Stop signs painted over in black Drive far and never return Continue through the intersection, crash and burn
Do what thou wilt, just make sure you're not late.
From Letras Mania