This is forgiven if the uniform fits
Postponed at the first
In the unlikely event,
That sarcasm is an unfitting dress.
They say that thirteen is just a number
A double agent
Widows an antique replacement
A briefcase filled with mace
Widows six legged,
We must have read a thousand faces
I must have robbed
I must have read a thousand faces
I must have robbed
This time I'm leaving you
This time I'm leaving you
This time
I'm
The twelve hard years
It's the twelve hard years
It's the twelve
Lark throated spit through beaks tonight
These gagging chirps were written
Valmara, Valmara, Valmara flechettes
Kiss me with the lisp of your
I'll fight my way
I'll fight my way, across the state
substation submerging
suburban disturbance
incoherent gourding
coat of arms they
You keep telling me
This voltage hurts just a little
In the
We sample from the shelves tore a page out of
Chances are you've heard this
But your headphones mute your equilibrium
Hearing
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