Woorden:
Communist Prep School

The distance between a photograph when we display it on a timeline never ceases to fall

She's out of here man, straight out. this ain't nuclear fission, again and again fortunately the future isn't brighter, we could only hope. I could have

Hit it up, it's warm enough to hit it up. it's finally time to revolution. your stone wall is about to fall. can't you feel it in the air? light a paper

You hear right when you heard I was a fighter, this crowd, this sunset: who could resist? what do you take me for? self righteous son of this world?

Make you feel right as rain for the summer, take your cancer out and eat it

Take the revolver, put it to your head. flashes of enegery. click click. whoa whoa. this is the most precious. sometimes black is the brightest color