Тексты песен «13 & God»

Big money I love it yeah huh you want to out and hustle Core audience a side of belief and a half-gallon of...

And so laughs the collander, They domesticated and nailed up, like a hung haunted beast head boast in his time taxidermied for a mankind to pet And so laughs the collander (x3) So you dip your scarves in iron These are...

You can't take the eat out of death, that spelling is fixed, sure as day on a skeleton sets Both are forever at your neck It's a It's an eat on us And will they so simply snip you vain To be improved Useless slave...

hour hero yes, had showed you there'd be days like this... and you find yourself longing for a certain drastic context a dreadful circumstance that will tack great lengths onto your dictionary definition to soothe...

if there were not something so loud and clear it would have been bought and sold we travel the space ways (and doom the space of men and doom the space we're in and doom the space they're in)...

there in a box with your things, stabbed airholes, and one wing or white lung, when your well will you stay since there is a certain modern earth pain only fit for enduring which one does endure 4 walls of day: and...

in not wanting to have their eyes pennied and/or a bone shown broken to the open air they're... praying for their lucky stars to shoot... we remain such gluttons for the generous threat of being, supreme being safed or...

we are men of station we are troubled men just the same but we're not as hell as you as hell as you but we're not as hell as...

much machines on every fast like time's too slow this is insect speed still outside the hospital come time is too slow this is insect...

A vision: Your ghost blowing up globes tightening them off with an X-axis esque c-clamp Then setting them down through the clouds onto empty department store shelves. Where they sit faving all sorts of islands out...

somewhere between motivated and cold you on the ledge of all 241 ways to be you...basing guess upon guess there...where...somewhere between motivated and cold believing your good friends down to the bile in their...

these tin men are no nonsense not the happiest thing they make the call between black and white and what grey is bore in between and they say kids your age should be reaching for the streetlights while banking on their...