Woorden:
The Number Twelve Looks Like You Mongrel

of the seats. An orchestra pit down under like Australia that catches fire from a match. The path has changed so much over the years. Slimy, sticky leaves cling like

of your thigh, ...spin 5 times... and use your leg to swing at you like a pinata. You explode the remedy all over me. My fever is gone and so are you

in mind, it's like tying your arms to the northbound train. When you extend your hand for peace, it's like tying your legs to the southbound train. You

balls of white godliness. Put down the pen paperweight pig. Insatiable wants and greed. Put down the pen paperweight pig. Hang your head for what you

I am my own killing moon The hunter and the prey A baptism in dirty water Escaped from th e crucifix But still carry the weight A baptism in dirty water