lyrics:
I do not know
how to do what I do;
when I do it,
I’m doing it backwards.
Gotta catch a case
of the cold killer,
stamped on the face,
so we gotta go chat first.
Glam with the rick rolled
rocky voice
gotta make a choice -
so I pocket on a pack.
heart attack getting them stacked
so I know when I turn around
not to look back:
to the night, in the mirror,
where the flesh is
to the Might, in the river,
that rages
I do not understand Might;
I don’t even understand the night.
I don’t even understand
what a plan does to man
in the fight to regain the right
to stand upon the land;
and look upon how old
the stranded place is.
It’s wasted
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