Southcott - The October Tradition - Sözleri

And this is fleeting,

This sick, sickness I'm seeking,

With tire tread tired eyes,

A crooked smile,

You'd love, to defile.



Don't let me down,

With my ear to the ground,

I can hear the earth sigh,

At the sight of your insides,

As you hide behind the lies that

you so desperately tell.



Fists pummeling like cruise ships,

And motorcycle teeth,

That are humming between

our breaths, And rest,

To the beat,

Of these simple streets.

















                
                        


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