Where do we go from here? A moment, A feeling, Something that's real. I'm unclear, the pages I'm folding. I'm holding the wheel, and I'm drifting Slowly
Where do we go from here? A moment. A feeling. Something thats real, I'm unclear The pages, I'm folding I'm holding the wheel and I'm drifting slowly
judgment played in flat c I replace humans like robots in a gm factory (warning! warning!) Then explore metaphors to sweat shops, cause the price is satisfactory Your pious little cries
judgment played in flat C I replace humans like robots in a GM factory (warning! warning!) Then export metaphors to sweat shops, cause the price is satisfactory Your pious little cries
t have no baby sick And who's the crazy bitch who gave me this virus? Figured I'd never catch it, but now I'm livin' it A grown man cries when he knows
