Libra Virgo Cusp Shit [CODENAME_PERSONAL HOTSPOT] Songtext
von Fire‐Toolz

"No, you want those codes."
I am about the shaking that isn't worth much time
I'm inside the tightness of your faint pantomime
And how far beyond I wade in this crystalized frontier
A hand in my hand is bleakness
The dawn of me is near
The city's sins are clear Your city lights are dear
And the other type of victim is every time you say it
Tied to a chair with my skirt at my ankles
Holding my hand is bleakness
Your breath was filled with downsize
And I was there as before