What Pure Evil Can Do Songtext
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Fritos and I, hour number five, sitting to the beat of a basketball.
I feel like I can write with my left hand.
Looking up, for the first time I can finally see the notes of the singing birds.
How can something so small make a noise that could unblister the soles of overworked boys?
Twitching eyes escape a numb face, sweat escapes tired pours.
Mother Nature has Human Nature on all four's.
The Grove makes police sirens sound beautiful.
It's a world where habits fit in and you can walk without a leash around a runny nose.
I feel like I can write with my left hand.
Looking up, for the first time I can finally see the notes of the singing birds.
How can something so small make a noise that could unblister the soles of overworked boys?
Twitching eyes escape a numb face, sweat escapes tired pours.
Mother Nature has Human Nature on all four's.
The Grove makes police sirens sound beautiful.
It's a world where habits fit in and you can walk without a leash around a runny nose.
I'll die a boy unknown, I'll rest a man revered- with the knowledge of what pure evil can do and how she formed a cemetery from where the bunnies used to play.
Allusion carries fumes which are promised when consumed to encourage to intrude through bad days which come in two's.
Allusion carries fumes which are promised when consumed to encourage to intrude through bad days which come in two's.
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