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Don`t be afraid, to set your machine to high velocity
and blow me away
You are the one who knows the controls and all its quality
and its season spree
All birds like the wind, but this will take lives
I need a liar, and fervently
indulging in stories from the breeze
I am a fighter to some extent
the crackling of leaves in harmony
I found you in the woods and it scared me half to death,
and you, you were leaking oil
your heart - revealed, all black, barely pounding,
and from your mouth the flames in two second bursts
All birds like the wind, but this will take lives
I need a liar, and fervently
indulging in stories from the breeze
I am a fighter to some extent
the crackling of leaves in harmony
You reak of fire and oil and sweat
Your ribcage is showing starve and age
I am a fighter to some extent
the crackling of leaves in harmony |
