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Short Wave Ne Brisi-1
Short Wave Ne Brisi-1
Now or never's not the same, oh no, when you're burning away
Lost in deep space, no one cares for you, or your day
Now or never's not the same, oh no, when you're burning away
Lost in deep space no one cares for you, or your day
Now or never's not the same, oh no, when you're burning away
Lost in deep space no one cares for you, or your day
Now or never's not the same, oh no, when you're burning away
Lost in deep space no one cares for you, or your day
While they held him out with ash and circles, ends with god
Sunlight breaks the golden room
so wave..
There's a wall i like to play
so wave goodbye
Lonely Too
I'll call my garden by the tracks
While they held him out with ash and circles, ends with god
Sunlight breaks the golden room
so wave..
There's a wall i like to play
so wave goodbye
crash land
into my head
and my distraction
She can kiss me till my viziers smolder and went blank
This piece of rock can orbit god for all that i care
I love her diods as well you can her nitrogen
Mercury moves
of burning coal
Approximal levitate
it scars the grass green
like a scream
Margaret see your dreams
of burning coal
of burning coal
of burning coal
So you build me up
in my stance
they turn me on
and turn me on
With these little thoughts alive
they turn me on
they turn me on
they turn me on
our miles
We could crawl beneath the centres of arms
Dig your cold hands in the cold dirt to keep them warm
our miles
(She saw the devil woke up all alone in the morning and stared through the windows,
cold)
(And the devil woke up, his skin on fire, disturbed, and bored of the cold)
(He said it's time to burn out ,you fucking liar again, made of dirt, and hopeless
child)
Lovers In Flames
So oil drips on sea and trees, and the dirt that's wet with rain
I strap a warhead
To a landmine
I strap a warhead
To a landmine
Particle Hustler
I'll be on the satelites that crash into the suburbs of our city
I heard her on the shortwave radio
Yet this the feeling launching saturn's race bying my skin decintigrate
I heard her on the shortwave radio
I come to hear her sing
Longfellow
(Turning raw)
I move to the back again
(Turning raw)
We move to the back again
(Burning raw)
It's just my state of crime
(Burning raw)
A tax affile a science files
(Turning raw)
I move to the back again
(Turning raw)
We move to the back again
(Burning raw)
It's just my state of crime
Hello, Murder
hought Industry
Hello, Murder
Watch what you see, princess of the underground
Hello, Murder
(Killer or grave)
Maps of rome
(Whyy?)
I still dance with you
So Says Ike
So says ike
So says ike
So says ike
So says ike
So says ike
So says ike
So says ike
So says ike
So says ike
So says ike
So says ike
Beautiful Coma
anxious
anxious