Customs and... On the brie
Look down and tell placing eyes out with a
The pavement it took the place is strikes and just
As the lines reach to a phase oh uh
One black and close to I kissed her ashamed

Still like a... In a cluster of parade
I look into the city... There is a knife
There is a knife... there is a knife
Lean back and forth and the fly

Touching her hair switching gray... Black
Blood fills the noise... back and forth
There is a knife... there is a knife
There is a knife... there is a knife soul