Show me the lines that bind inside Tell me the lines that bind you...inside High chairs creakin' But the minds won't weaken Soil in the pot And then
Übersetzung: Boden. Butterfly.
shiver without cold. I was the blank wallpaper. Your harsh brush wanted me crimson tonight. Limit your trajectory so you'll only orbit me. Intestinal butterflies
earthworm It burrows underground deep within the soil Sometimes when it rains it comes out and we talk about our day I have a friend and she's a butterfly
End Way Falter i havena??t rendered this to anyone before the book is open and its spilling on the floor comes once again Ia??m buried in sin all hope
it in a cup The cup was full of pennies, it spilled when she got up Some guy is in the shadows grabbing empty air He could be catching butterflies if
grand donation - ovation Brain ignites like benzedrine Dieseloil, slick to be coil, foil Spittin' rhymes like a gargoyle Mccoy all, destroy all who try to soil
or not, like what you got You're under the soil (The soil, the soil) Yes, deep in the soil (The soil, the soil, the soil, the soil) So we'll end with
you got, You're under the soil (the soil, the soil), Yes, deep in the soil (the soil, the soil, the soil!). So we'll end
Even though I'm alone Traces of pompey Across my skin And an invisible map Of where you've been It's dry road to idaho A thirsty tongue across the land And soil
Bare feet on southern soil Burning up in the August heat Tall grass and butterflies We're all praying for breeze I'm going down to the river Gonna wade
point of perfection Therefore you trudge through waist-high sludge and caramelized paints where Prints left, taint every breath Inhale - golden oxygen, then step graciously over landmines shallow beneath the soil
in a cup, The cup was full of pennies; it spilled when she got up. Some guy is in the shadows grabbing empty air; He could be catching butterflies if
like the liberty bell no escape from the heat that's getting hotter than hell like the oven's on broil, with blood stains in the soil pimped on in the
like the liberty bell No escape from the heat that's getting hotter than hell Like the oven's on broil, with blood stains in the soil Pimped on in the
