why bash the front of it and hurt your hands shouldn't we talk instead if violence begs you then understand
i volunteer my head
i'm not afraid of it you're not ok
i'll take the worst of it chew at the blade get out in front of it here's looking up pick up the pieces spit out the pulp
out of your canyons come butterflies floating in broken flight tell them they're angels tell them they're fine
a swollen lullaby

INVIA LE CORREZIONI