are you on? What side is this anyways? Put down your sword and crown Come lay with me on the ground You come beating like moth's wings Spastic and violently
Dear friend, as you know Your flowers are withering Your mother's gone insane Your leaves have drifted away But the clouds aren't leering up And I've
you on? What side is this anyways? Put down your sword and crown Come lay with me on the ground You come beating like moth's wings Spastic and violently
