rusted to the over under solace slipped away like eachothers daughters, soldier introspective, california Waking crazed cruel to sit and spill it over running unconsciously undone left to smolder cruel soldier well if the body was dead in the middle of the night then it was born to bite at the heart of the blight its a hard knock life and in the hard knock life its a hard knock life its a riddle of a trine
take it on take it down didnt say to take around its a whole hard light .... ... ... Time to age and time to waste so turn the middle of the night into middle of the time Fro, zen Pon, yo Graaaaaaaveyard ... ... ... Get back this story is told to be told ....far away now nevermind i might as well tuck my head in the ground wrapped up in the bones of yesterday