Lyrics
Truth, away from home
Nothing lasts more than a dose
Play, but just stay close
The police, I think, forbade it all
It's like drowning on the age of stone
Driving on 'till town will close
Go, it's your turn
I'm talking 'bout this heads of cone
You're the sense of my let goes, it's old
Brain, fast burns
Take care of your words
Infect birds
Pay, down in my name
Sell the Price
Converging time
It's like drowning on a place it's stain
Servant marrying head ashtrays
Go, it's your place
Tired and off this heaven saints
Is it my own, turn my plays, just
Throw me down into this lack of mass
Throw me down, it's been such a wild time
But gotta pay
Gotta pay
Gotta pay
Gotta pay
Gotta pay
Gotta pay