Rhetoric
Spit into his eye
Seeker save your soul
crawling in pain
Never cry
Never
Never
Never
I crawl out of her
I crawl out of her
I crawl out of her
Mother, mother, mother, mother, mother, mother
I crawl out of her
I crawl out of her
I crawl out of her, out of her
Out of her, out of her
Out of her, out of her
I crawl
I crawl
I push through out
Weak as a child
Black
Black
I crawl out
Autor(es): Virgin Prunes
