hair so tight) Prescribed the throat, I need the antidote, its fucking mind over matter [x4] My concepts are rested and manifest in ways you can?t forget [x2
so tight) Prescribed the throat, I need the antidote, its fucking mind over matter [x4] My concepts are rested and manifest in ways you can?t forget [x2
Tradução: Dance Dance Gavin. Burning Down The nicotina armario Pt 2.
Still grinding teeth, trying to follow you home I'll stop the world 'cause this plan is slow Wait across the street in the parking lot The tree is dead