歌词
Shut your ******* mouth. tradition does not seem to be working because of its mechanical tone
Its one that paralyzes my thoughts and defies my suspense, I breeze through walls as they scratch
My floor boards a blue light. looks up, white flash looks away and one blue little ******* makes me look up
Two blue *******s make me look away. this is not the truth, this is lies, this is bull*******t.
I resolve you with a trick of hand and a joke of sight.
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