Sangtekster:
My Bitter End The Renovation

for this, than like a wish they worked careful and close as they burnt you out. Return me bastard child, will burn by my side. Write the spiral out.

and the setting of tides still life. Life was a fury you falsely denied it's talking back, and now the water is raising, and now the water is rising. My

for this, than like a wish they worked careful and close as they burnt you out. Return me bastard child, will burn by my side. Write the spiral out.

. It's a spawned liberation, swarming like low effort blows. So it's too late too cold. Stop the storm. And suffer yields. Season went down. It's a dead end

Now. In giving hell for this, I have learned to depend. Consciously browse, let the diversity ground. Socially ground, leaving a cautiously effortless

In feeling comfortable with corpses and admiring, their conventional lifestyle, because it isn't mine. And now they'll feel, and now you'll feel. I hope