Splat by the fence
Wait for her to call your name
My gun's been spun
Time for waste: Brains and Membranes
Vegetation serving youth
Some like it bitter
Another phrase is misunderstood
"Some like to like things"
Rise and fall, no one knows
Mass adaptation
All we know is "Save our souls"
It's rather tempting
Hope and fate are sewn with strain
Sweated palms and seeds of vintage
Strife, strife
But I wanted life
Hesitation is the present of discrepancy.
(*scream*)
Spent by the fence
Now she waits another wave
My gun's enough
I hope he falls, so she won't be afraid
Vegetation serving youth
I like it bitter
If a phrase is misunderstood
I'd fall, so she might take the reigns
Rise and fall, no one knows
Mental castration
All we know is "Save our souls"
It's what we live for anyway...
Hope and fate are sewn with strain
Sweated palms and seeds of vintage
Strife, strife
I lack a life
Hesitation is meant to be beautiful.
