Games & Theory Coronation Of Knives
I'm the one who pulled the pin in your pocket. Know this
was no accident. Know this was no accident. Cum meet your
maker right in-between my thighs. Cum meet your maker
right in-between my thighs.
Quick! Deploy the presidents. Witness the coronation of
knives in our kingdom of I 's and eye's. Stare, stare,
stare, their, their, their replica's line the boulevard
wearing the tatoos donning the ties. Their repitiore of
spires desires our hearts and minds.
It's your physiology. It's our biology baby, so lets do
what we do best and run straight through the sun. Run
straight through the sun. I love the way you penetrate
me. Make me feel real. Love. I love the way your arms
fold me and seal the deal. I can love! I can love! I can
love!
