He would lose it all I wouldn’t, not a thing. She wanted to sleep within you just forget where she had been. Linger in the ashes of that lighter smoke the troubling thoughts let them burn with incandescent furor. I’m falling back in 717 rolling my way down to the throbbing of your spleen cranial calibrations, unexpected relocations. Let the stupor of tomorrow be the rhythmic of our chaos. Run! Run! One, he would lose it all. I wouldn’t, not a thing. She wanted to sleep within you just forget where she had been. Linger in the ashes of that lighter smoke the troubling thoughts let them burn with incandescent furor. I’m falling back in 717 rolling my way down to the throbbing of your spleen cranial calibrations, unexpected relocations. Let the stupor of tomorrow be the rhythmic of our chaos.
Hombre lobo hombre.