Testi:
Ep Grafe

Counting off the days How could I be so afraid? Feeling nearer my gloom So much nearer without you I've been on the run From the dirt you talk about

Eyes obscured, by those bangs Sun is shielded, by your shades Kick it on the corner Leather coat and safety pins You got some ? news And you smoke your

There's a time to fuck and a time to crave, But the Shah sleeps in Lee Harvey's Grave! There's a time to shit and a time for God, The last shit that

A dark obsession with her frail form, laid upon this table. Eviscerated with surgical precision, lacerated far beyond infinity. A thousand hearts to

I write in times of wars and worries for I set out to do battle with the likes of your past. I engage in this onslaught with only my bare hands. Clawing

Two fingers hold a light, that in time will filter out all the bad times. Cherishing a nourished future, holding onto letting go. Saltwater expressions

Bring us down you try and try never giving up bring us down you are relentless just another machine bring us down clap on clap off just another machine

We are all washing away, onto a shore that has no name I was told not to kill but I will if you step up to me rain blood on me for I cannot see in fear

We are the red letter red letter we will slit your throats your heart is black so rest your head because tomorrow we'll be your death we smell your fear