Graves

Floating Graves


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Search the shooters to fly with weapons,
and Holy Bible's speech with fastballs.
Take a plane, crash in Berlin.
Keep them saying oh!, our city burned!

Cows are floating on water.
Sick who shoots their mothers.

In cold blood recover beliefs.
Volumes and shapes until the madness.
Smoking pinnace, go to see movies,
But put the mustard near their whiskers.

Cows are floating on water.
Sick who shoots their mothers.

Yeah, don't worry, they will come
to warm your hands and empty yourself.

Cows are floating oin water !!
sick who shoots their mothers.