Antioch Arrow Somba
Girl, you'd look so much prettier all blue,
This hidden naked eyesore inside of you.
I keep seeing thirty three. (over and over)
I could say like I'm eight years,
The story could catch up to us in our superbad racecar with a super engine.
The devil keeps saying to roll over.
His friends up above says get the hell over,
But the devil still says, "go bump in the night."
As our star fell, the purple turned green,
An obivous optical illusion.
