Light Skits
Sanding Warmlings
Has your dad ever died?At twenty-one, singing death is like singing GodI'll take you to the streets and show you how it feels to mean nothingOne day we'll all feed the cloudsEyes open wide, tongues nailed downGlowing blue and shaking handsTime to spare, kill to timenever mind, never mindHe loves meFree to crime, names to rhymeNever mind, never mindHe loves meTeach us to sing
From Letras Mania