Pollution, Cain, and misery. Oceans of golden mystery. Armies boisterous and armies loud. Portraits of a vicious crowd. . Talk to me, talk to me now. Hey man, you're all that I have.
Pollution, Cain, and misery. Oceans of golden mystery. Armies boisterous and armies loud. Portraits of a vicious crowd. . Talk to me, talk to me now. Hey man, you're all that I have.
I know that I should think about giving. And think about helping out. And think about, think about living. But I, I, I can't seem to rescue myself. . I know that I should think about giving.
like himaalan cold winter. these jaws of kali yuga. yeah it's a crazy kind of cold. a lifeless slumber in a stranglehold. yeah tibet, she can't even touch this.
Looks like america's dropped her load. she was ready to explode. I could not see her from up here. cuz she was lyin' in the road. . my head's in the ground.