Iwrestledabearonce

Iwrestledabearonce - Trips

rate me

What's that I have to fight?

Generation, you'd better think

One day you strive for the dead end of the night

Last advice that I'd start again

Brace my carpet, fasten all the demon that I fathom

For better plastic, oh my God

I'd never lie to the woods

To the woods! Fall back, fall treason

Must I open to the wood?

The wood! The wood!

The good!

I'm thinking in the air

Might seem better

Can we transcend, but with our senses rethink our heads?

Have I?

Can we transcend, but with our senses rethink our heads?

Have I?

Can we transcend, but with our senses rethink our heads?

Have I?

Can we transcend, but with our senses rethink our heads?

Have I?

I'm thinking in the air

Might be better

Thinking in the air might be better

From my woods

Rupture! Sorrow! Ashen! Dead worm! Dead worm!

Back woods!

What a hell of a time

Is this my course divine?

The worldly fade just comes down all to me

The hardly fade, know it's no time to cry

Dead worm!

Dead worm!

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