lies Buzzing back to life like freeze dried flies Flies for love and flies for sex But the flies for fear are flies I like best Impulsive destruction is where my talent lies
and lies Buzzing back to life like freeze dried flies Flies for love And flies for sex But the flies for fear are flies I like best Impulsive destruction is where my talent lies
and lies Buzzing back to life like freeze dried flies Flies for love and flies for sex But the flies for fear are flies I like best Impulsive destruction is where my talent lies
Vertaling: Lokale H. Freeze Dried Lies.
Eyes of celibates, burning images worn down rotted lies Lips dried peeling, eyes separate our lives dead underneath your skin This blood's not mine, you
eyes of celibates burning images worn down rotted lies lips dried peeling eyes separate our lives dead underneath your skin this blood's not mine you
No, It Cannot Be The Morning Light I Open Up My Eyes, Dried Out From A Worried Night Children, It Is Enough To Drive One Round The Bend I'm In Need For