歌词
Construct this jigsaw
Laced with your true intentions
I can't figure out
Who the hell or
What the **** we are
What is this?
Love poems with Cupid as a martyr?
Collapse under the crushing wonder
Wonder
Core curiosity
Drives my stomach eating itself alive
Discovering sweet
In the heart of a chameleon
My starving
Stomach eats itself alive
This puzzle
Relying on projection
You can't figure out
Who the ****
Or where hell we are
Or how to even care