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They did not know how long they had been there They did not know how long they had been there They did not know how long they had been there They did not know how long they had been there They did not know how long they had been there They did not know how long they had been there They did not know how long they had been there Unsigned hype Frontline ever north's flurry Zero dark thirty Zero friends minotaur fugly stepchild devote lunch jumped over plunging Netlines Up beside tongue-tied hungry enzymes default in a mothmen munching textiles Punisher Out past go time back ten fried worms cheerier Brown grass both sides Can't food Man made tools Atlanta can't bandaids Mandrake's route Thimble on a broomstick Pancake shoes And a handshake booth can't pain, can't lose, can't game Smoke out malls like a force of nature Break through chimer turn to his face Swiftly SongtexteMaybe in the form of a nest egg Maybe in the form of a Tesla death ray Or a solid gold teen with something better to celebrate The powder on the face like a flatfoot on Jelly Day M-m-moral compass all batshit Spinning in the shadows of immoral magnets Ever sporting the artist or enable in the attic of me I guess it matters to me I wish it mattered to you Now a thousand virtues kicked the same bucket like Chinatown turtles Roving packs of elusive young become Choblow writers over boost of drums In the terrifying face of a future tongue Down, down from a huntable surplus to one Down from a huntable surplus to one Down, down from a huntable surplus to one Down from a huntable surplus to one Down, down from a huntable surplus to one Check his own break neck pulse over colors in the drain Like emote sugar skulls in the rain Flower eyes melting Gotta buy your lugging made of bat ties silting Quarter up a heading for the kill screen No corner cut No built team Only a particularly menacing Angle perpendicular to everything Boys room cheery bomb moyed doom Very much running with the devil in the mellow drum Hello Here's where a tale of caution pounce coffin nails to bootlegs of Hawk wind Sawtooth Never mind straw to gold Spin hearts on sleeves and a head torn pulse Arm in the mall Fish out fifth like a business card from a jar at the mall Ayin like androids dream in a carbon applause Get stuffed with cartoon cigars Skull pack, netti pot home to roost Around fullback dinner with the muscle and poon Shoot to the beaver, Brown with broke ankles Daisy Declawed pound, no thank you Fade me Failed all basic training But I spent a couple groundhog days with a changeling Silhouette the god last cigarette Anything less would be re-god-damn-diculous Roving packs of elusive young become Choblow writers over boost of drums In the terrifying face of a future tongue Down, down from a huntable surplus to one Down from a huntable surplus to one Down, down from a huntable surplus to one Down from a huntable surplus to one Down, down from a huntable surplus to one One One One One One One One One Aus Songtexte Mania