Iwrestledabearonce - It Is lyrics

rate me

She loves me

(She loves me not)

You've told me but I forgot

I don't want to be the one you call on

When you struck luck in golden ambers,

You kiss by the book, when you ride lies apon the thrown

Taurus; it's your year, be in for a surprise

The naked force, eight eyes of a new ear on my back

A homecoming parade, from your tidy bed of roses

What once was

A new career you call it

To catch a souvenir

Of what once was, strict embarrassment

And it makes you boil

And it makes you choke

And it makes you rally up the troops within your throat

When she is me and I bloom within her speech

Birth the machines

Invoking the spirits of ancient fathers

Take hand, earth, air, fire, water

A monthly life and echo of a home

Burn 'em out of their homes

Pillage the humans from their homes, the naked force

Fight eyes of a new ear on your back