to hit an ornate style
which haunts my musical
syllable by ventricle,
and I am the loser tonight,
because love's death
gives wait to our train tracks.
if you eat me,
I will eat you,
seven by eleven,
eight by heart,
your life vs. mine,
and I would gamble
on the hatchet in hand.
gorgeous time play,
and six six six minutes to kill
the confusion with finger tips
and Sam keeps me going
more than she knowing,
but I am just a dumb dumb.
seven by eleven,
eight by heart,
your life vs. mine,
and I would gamble
on the hatchet in hand.
gorgeous time play,
and six six six minutes to kill
the confusion with finger tips
and Sam keeps me going
more than she knowing,
but I am just a dumb dumb.