Eating the Porridge and Killing the Bears
left with no option, but to embrace apathy
and loneliness hoping that I die, I took a train to new york city,
met a guy who I though was pretty..
tiny strands of skin could never hold a whole begging to nurse its
mouth to health.
strip the skin from the inside out you didn't think they'd notice
(you looked them straight in the face)
I always said that we'd watch them die (you looked them straight in
the face)
Autor(es): Heavy Heavy Low Low / Robbie Smith