Your hips are swaying and your eyes are saying that you need two gamblers for this game youre playing, and I might want you, but I dont need you and you wont sleep in my bed anymore. it seeme
E a dead-end. seven years after seven to sing for this country instead of raven or venom, cuz your God was dead then and hes never been back again, and I dont think about it anymore, yeah, it
Amble when your fingers burn from the last time that you flew and bled and the shadows that you walk around will still be there when the sun goes down. venus fly trap, 20 years now. and the chan
Just as fat as a union bureaucrat that the life you wanna live aint the one youre looking at. theres more risk in a brain cell than any vegas hotel and you cant find the pit-boss anywhere.
