First Aid Songtext
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First Aid Songtext
those fortunate risk fate to alleviate a fear from within clawing to trust someone
monogamy sits uneasily ice that don′t heat freeze howl hollow howl in vast space all
light displaced we can kill desire albatross worn subvert to twist and old poem not
enough to be hooked on artful rhetoric lessening the grip letting it all slip futures
tick tick tick tick tick altruistically we've come a long way man and woman raping from
the earth worming what it′s worth right wing ricochet displays the evolution of decay
just go away infant hospital winged protection infected the new born dreams a life that
cannot be intuitive grease paint drooling to relate all of lifes mistakes hitting in the face orchard putrid smile head of state state headless states of being as right up
against what's wrong the disease believes to push away normality alone with virtue
what's there left to do a virus threads poetry written time dogmatically lifes plague
the first aid acquired deficiency spreading it aimlessly have heart crash course
caustic dripping gins the reaper body count intensify getting weaker moisten the soul
away clouded and vague throw free love to history masters of nothing living′s now a
precious aim precious game
monogamy sits uneasily ice that don′t heat freeze howl hollow howl in vast space all
light displaced we can kill desire albatross worn subvert to twist and old poem not
enough to be hooked on artful rhetoric lessening the grip letting it all slip futures
tick tick tick tick tick altruistically we've come a long way man and woman raping from
the earth worming what it′s worth right wing ricochet displays the evolution of decay
just go away infant hospital winged protection infected the new born dreams a life that
cannot be intuitive grease paint drooling to relate all of lifes mistakes hitting in the face orchard putrid smile head of state state headless states of being as right up
against what's wrong the disease believes to push away normality alone with virtue
what's there left to do a virus threads poetry written time dogmatically lifes plague
the first aid acquired deficiency spreading it aimlessly have heart crash course
caustic dripping gins the reaper body count intensify getting weaker moisten the soul
away clouded and vague throw free love to history masters of nothing living′s now a
precious aim precious game
Writer(s): John Philip Greaves Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com