Instrumente
Ensembles
Genres
Compozitori
Artiştilor

Text: Can't Sing For Shit. Other. In The Wild.


One month late, a cracked fate. Break a couple of bones of full-growns with train tracks on your soles. Leave your head in the sun and keep none... i wish for you, spiderman, have a great plan. With train tracks on your soles.

(Thanks to recipesfordisaster for these lyrics)
Can't Sing For Shit