Founds total 5 songs
An Orgy Of Critics
Sweep the black super market. Sweep it up with your teeth. Put your feather in a box. (Take off, take off). Send it off to me. . I smell oxygen, precious.
An Insult To The Dead
Failure is angular, it isn't circle shaped, every fucked mistake I made. When I abandoned her and with my wand like sex, I cast a horrid hex. I laid a curse on her, a curse on her.
Alive With The Glory Of Love
When I watch you, wanna do you. Right where you're standing, yeah. Right on the foyer, on this dark day. Right in plain view, oh yeah. . Of the whole ghetto, the boot-stomped meadows.
Admit It
Admit it. Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance. And vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs. You know nothing about art or sex. That you couldn't read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazine.
About Falling
The tide rolls by and I wonder why I felt inclined to try. My starry eyes were sacrificed, the sea divides. But I don't wanna get lost in the ocean. I don't wanna get lost in the ocean now.
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