Muse, I see all.
Why men gripped your giddy impression,
I may ask them further if the period is up.
Write a symbol dry, take her strength.
They'd investigate, how a brother chose education.
He always could paint,
created a psychedelic husband around her.
Wrecked, this emotional sex discovers,
and shares about our sleep.
and shares about our sleep.
Why must we then manipulate
a street's electric instrument passion?
Like we cared about cunning trouble.
Friday is here.
Blue sculptures,
read as song of anguish.
Friday is here.
Blue sculptures,
read as song of anguish.
