- 歌詞
- アルバムリスト
Bird Of Ill Omen
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Play Dead
How can an intimate feeling between two halves be evenly distributed down the middle so precise you slice to work your magic just a reminder plastic ankles melt faster in your man made heaven you create a comforting space for me to lay on my face well i'm tired of tasting dirt i beg for more fingerprints around my throat your gold halo turns from rust to run down the necks of the saved ones trap me in your hands save me もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com suffocate me like the rest sew my mouth shut so i can only read your brainwashed theories comfort my hands with rusty nails punish my neck by hanging it from this rosary all i ask is to see your face to prove that you're not as white as they make you out to be fuck your blue eyed god fuck this racist rule
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