Leafer
Meurtres
I heard always carrying magic crystalsThose scary rocks have terrible powersI heard they turn hippies into war machinesAnd war machines into cool guys with a trench-coatTough guys cry in their handsBut you can'tYou only cry in your headCat head in my roomJust above my bed and below my ceilingCat head in my roomJust above my bedWhispering bad thingsCat body detach from his headFading in the light
From Letras Mania