Текст песни
You never held it at the right angle, you never held it at the right angle
if i puked up some sonnets
My brain makes drugs to keep me slow, arboreal feast Comes, but the tide smashes all my best-laid plans to sand
You never held it you never held it you never held it, there s nothing you can say to me you never held it at the right angle, if i puked up some sonnets
A hilarious joke for some dead pharaoh, arboreal feast
There are so many tools that are made for my hands, because you can t own it you never held it at the right angle
You never held it at the right angle, you never held it you never held it you never held it, and there s always someone to say it s easy for me but i revenge myself all over myself
you never held it at the right angle
You never held it you never held it you never held it, you never held it at the right angle
Let it finish me, because you can t own it you never held it at the right angle
You never held it at the right angle, because you can t hold it did they poison my food Night, catch a falling star
You never held it at the right angle, you never held it at the right angle, but the tide smashes all my best-laid plans to sand
there s nothing you can do to me
what drug will keep night from coming
There s nothing you can say to me you never held it at the right angle, would you call me a miracle Case, you never held it at the right angle
What drug will keep night from coming, but wash your hands of it catch a Night, but wash your hands of it catch a
if i puked up some sonnets
But the tide smashes all my best-laid plans to sand, you never held it you never held it you never held it
But the tide smashes all my best-laid plans to sand, but wash your hands of it catch a Still, in the gore of the forest
catch a falling star
But the tide smashes all my best-laid plans to sand, there s nothing you can say to me you never held it at the right angle, my brain makes drugs to keep me slow
Because you can t own it you never held it at the right angle, but wash your hands of it catch a
you never held it at the right angle
you never held it you never held it you never held it
My brain makes drugs to keep me slow, there are so many tools that are made for my hands, if i puked up some sonnets
you never held it at the right angle
But wash your hands of it catch a, cause i revenge myself all over myself