Hyrax
spider monkey
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Sweet taste of collusions, don't see all your fucking shit. Sweet taste of exceptions -
âMight see it coming to an end.â
Sweet smell of combustions, might see burning skies away. Sweet smell of pollutions -
âMight see it coming to an end.â
Becoming what I'm living for, becoming what I am. I don't know what I'm looking for, but sure for none of you.
I can't stand what you guys always do. The truth be told, l'd not stand losing you.
Becoming what is finally me: a junkie
wannabe. I feel addicted to only you. I'm begging on my knees.
I know where you hide, I know where you're from. I know you and everything and everyone.
Sweet taste of freedom. Might see it coming to an end.
- Álbum:
- Over the Edge