Tekster:
Rotting Out I Love Living In The City

on my balls Oh well I'm so clean cut And I just want to fuck some slut I love living in the city! I love living in the city! I've spent my whole life

The way I shape this landscape, automatically makes this, vivid I give it a rivet, hold it, stand at the pivot I love it, learn to live it, then give

blood The smooth hissing snakes of rain Once I had a little game I liked to crawl back in my brain I think you know, the game I mean I mean the game

some Integrity, but in Humility I've come to find a whole lot more I'm not one to judge, nor I Carry a grudge, but I Refuse to budge my determinating

blood The smooth hissing snakes of rain . . . Once I had, a little game I liked to crawl back into my brain I think you know the game I mean I mean

blood The smooth hissing snakes of rain . . . Once I had, a little game I liked to crawl back into my brain I think you know the game I mean I mean

blood The smooth hissing snakes of rain . . . Once I had, a little game I liked to crawl back into my brain I think you know the game I mean I mean