...Shine razor eyes before the walls come down
Wilder than lions, louder than sound
The birds and the bees are getting older now
There’s a cold breeze blowing over my soul
Shine razor eyes in delight
Shine razor eyes before you die
Shine razor eyes in this light
There’s a cold breeze blowing over my soul
I'm tired of this human duet
No civilizing hides
Our animal impulses
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@темы:
put the bunny back in the box,
i wake up in the middle of the night
