Come right back.
Buy all that they have.
Bit your last word, I
Call out to you,
My gal and father,
Vomit and water,
We?re not alone here,
We invent our own fear.
And separately we will see
chaos condolence defeat
And now in this place,
You talk to my shell
With sabers and sticks, we'll run to our peace
Kept undisclosed and told of a memory.
And in this dejection, lives a connection
Tattoo your vain silence
