pass through the gaps in your ribs,
never where you want them -
trapped in you heart and beating with the drums.
they can't hear the music
so you'll turn it up and up.
the bass is pounding through that skull
but they'll never even know.
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 6:46 PM UTC
pass through the gaps in your ribs,
never where you want them -
trapped in you heart and beating with the drums.
they can't hear the music
so you'll turn it up and up.
the bass is pounding through that skull
but they'll never even know.
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