Letra de Non-Zero Possibility
I'm just tired of counting bodies, is this mausoleum tardy? Let's just paint you a pretty face Flies dip tongues into tear ducts in toothpicks fought unbornContusion is hungry, they still eat their young Proto-culture null and voidAll veins in highway laps this breath collapsed again This hex was delivered spent Orchestra influenza drawn and quartered pets It dwells and grows in veinsThis is the pocket-sized edition, rapid sleep through benediction Let's just paint you a pretty face Museums mark their bodies down, all the tenants found All the distance in their prefixContusion is hungry, they still eat their young Proto-culture null and voidAll veins in highway laps this breath collapsed again This hex was delivered spent Orchestra influenza drawn and quartered pets It dwells and grows in veinsFever bliss into central nervousness Bitten on the entrance, I was bitten on the entrance Fever bliss into central nervousness Bitten on the entrance, I was bitten on the entrance Bitten on the entrance, I was bitten on the entrance Bitten on the entrance, bitten