So here we go down the long road where some one left me on my own
tasted songs from the sea of green but it deafened our throat
a change of heart doesn't waste our blood four hands and feet will still grow
a round of darts counting body parts casting shadows before we throw
we are not last
But we will die before we're ******
Sep 9, 2016
Sep 9, 2016 at 3:00 PM UTC
So here we go down the long road where some one left me on my own
tasted songs from the sea of green but it deafened our throat
a change of heart doesn't waste our blood four hands and feet will still grow
a round of darts counting body parts casting shadows before we throw
we are not last
But we will die before we're ******
