every crack we're forced to live like rats the need to feed the greed for every product a cloud of smoke black skies and blacker stars but still
from every crack we're forced to live like rats the need to feed the greed for every product a cloud of smoke black skies and blacker stars but still
autumn and burning locks of orange in the summertime we were solemn and awkward that last night together she laid by my side staring into starless skies black
abilities are celebrated Just string those words along and end up red-faced, devastated And if your mouth stays open I'll start pulling teeth Until
