bag was brung, Ribcage cleaved and split removing each lung. Bag Bag of body parts Full of rotting parts Bag of body parts Beheaded disemboweled extracting
the bag was brung, Ribcage cleaved and split removing each lung. Bag Bag of body parts Full of rotting parts Bag of body parts Beheaded disemboweled
nothing terrible happened to the bag... wrongs spilled off in and brought on out the clouds the hiss cut's out spills its voice into me and the window full
Total the damage of broken the planet awoken to panic [?] the chrome with the cannon Brought the gun to show, they should've pat me down Dead bodies on the floor, hope
grown into a full-blown bag of bones that holds reserves of self-esteem/ And it?s worse to melt a dream away with nothing there to replace it with/ Smashed hopes
