Tekst
I shattered in a circle
My species has never spoke
Live in the upper lip
Pouch of an upper dope
Can anyone field an offer?
Can you pass less profane?
Painted a greyscale in cancer
The Pharaohs plastic home
My guardian is pilled out
Their rotary telephone
I haven't used one for years
They call me the on the scene
Gallup a dollop hindsight
The fisheries never float
I leveled the land of the living
Fucking the twine of a rope
Can anyone give me clean piss?
Can you garnish it with rain?
Lateral for sinker
The barter sat in my throat
A galaxy as suggestion
Free from the prison vote
Can anyone sweep the spring?
Can you cradle what's there?