Tower Of Rome
Does Your Friend Have A Name Or Should I Just Call Him Lawyer?
Age was that beautiful number
It was just like your fire
now it's just like the smoke that fills your lungs and fucks with your eyes
The need for sleep has got you spreading your legs and loosening your throat
And by your words alone
I can tell that you are one to swallow the taste brought on a sparsely attended funeral
An empty casket filled with the corpse of your moral crusade
That day i slept soundly dreaming of wet flesh
Knowing that there isn't a kinfe on earth that is sharp enough to surgically remove the whore from your body.
From Letras Mania