Founds total 5 songs
Interest Position
It's time for a round. Some times I cry for the sane. The sane worth speaking of. Electric misery. Like lightning flashing about. In conversation. No need to call him out.
In Stitches
What have we here?. Where the fragmented mind is reassembled. . A new gift for crying out loud. A small token of our appreciation. Human amusements at hourly rates.
If We Wait
There's some food upon the table, boys. And if you have ever seen me flying. Then you know that I am weak. And you are free to take me downstairs. Away from cares.
I Am Produced
I am pressed, printed, stomped. And strategically removed. I am everybody. . Insane without innocence. I am trapped, tricked, packaged. And shipped out.
I've Owned You For Centuries
When you were drowsier. You were not quick to scare. Back then I could take you. Back then I could move you around and:. . "Go down now!" you insist. So I want to ride along the fried out beaches.
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