Eating The Porridge And Killing The Bears - текст песни
Eating The Porridge And Killing The Bears
Your gift horse has brough flies and the stench is unbearable. I'm
left with no option, but to embrace apathy
and loneliness hoping that I die, I took a train to new york city,
met a guy who I though was pretty..
tiny strands of skin could never hold a whole begging to nurse its
mouth to health.
strip the skin from the inside out you didn't think they'd notice
(you looked them straight in the face)
I always said that we'd watch them die (you looked them straight in
the face)
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