hair so tight) Prescribed the throat, I need the antidote, its fucking mind over matter [x4] My concepts are rested and manifest in ways you can?t forget [x2
so tight) Prescribed the throat, I need the antidote, its fucking mind over matter [x4] My concepts are rested and manifest in ways you can?t forget [x2
Traduzione: Dance Gavin Dance. Burning Down the Nicotine Armoire Pt 2.
Still grinding teeth, trying to follow you home I'll stop the world 'cause this plan is slow Wait across the street in the parking lot The tree is dead