歌词语境宇宙
Brain contusions again cutting and bruising the skin; razors scissors and pens; Jesus when does it end
Mazes that I go through gazed and I'm so confused days that I don't know who gave these molecules too
Me what am I gon' do Hey! the prodigal son The diabolical one very methodical when I slaughter them
Brain contusions again cutting and bruising the skin; razors scissors and pens; Jesus when does it end
Mazes that I go through gazed and I'm so confused days that I don't know who gave these molecules too
Me what am I gon' do Hey! the prodigal son The diabolical one very methodical when I slaughter them