Glocca Morra Ddementia Pillss
no one goes out tonight. and no one, dillema, kosava, i
sat intently inside you, i found out too much about you.
space is to touch is to stop start words. never getting
more than just enough is fine with me, is fine with me,
is fine with me. remember plans i thought we pending
made, what's the call what's the call what's the call.
are you prepared to die where you were born? i'm not
prepared for anything but.
