Violenci or violencium Songs are made and sung and hung If singing is a microchip The trees in the skies are ashes Breathe fast when you think about it Breathe like the trees bleed green The room started walking weird The room began movement fluid If singing is a microchip The trees in the skies are ashes
Breathe fast when you think about it Breathe like the trees bleed green The room started walking weird The room began movement fluid Breathe fast when you think about it Breathe like the trees bleed green The room started walking weird The room began movement fluid