Outline (The)
My Masked Lust
The shit has hit the fan, but I still do the best I can Squares can roll, and circles crack with time Snap to attention like the queen of deception you vet I need a coma Try and you try and you try to forget Somewhere, somehow, you must have known you'd be evil You don't care, you're still in love But maybe if I punch you in the face, you'll know this is real But this is not the time or the place, could care less how you feel Your sex is cylinder, lucky for me it's the same with her Those chromosomes were stoned if not asleep
From Letras Mania