Drukuj
Babe
Artysta: Glassjaw
I exclude light and wash my hands of you.
By larger being devoured,
leaving only me to improve.
Weep.
Don`t fucking weep.
Your weak eyes cry tears of the week.
Weep.
Catch up with the sheep.
It`s a sacrilegious ceremony.
New flavor of the week.
Nothing`s sacred in the faces of the soulless
(that you`re made into).
You`re raptured by a guilty stifle down.
...And what I`ll do
is mess you up and lie to you.
Look at you
You know it`s true.
It`s a field trip to Hollywood Babylon.
But
I`m
not
coming.
No.
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