Into the mercy seat I climb
My head is shaved, my head is wired
And like a moth that tries
To enter the bright eye
I go shuffling out of life
Just to hide in death awhile
And anyway I never lied
Into the mercy seat I climb
My head is shaved, my head is wired
And like a moth that tries
To enter the bright eye
I go shuffling out of life
Just to hide in death awhile
And anyway I never lied
(And breads, and desserts)
(And breads, and desserts)
(Because I can actually hear Jo's bass on it)
(Because I can actually hear Jo's bass on it)
I WILL RIGHT ALL THE WRONGS
LET THE GODS SING MY SONG
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sk2v...
I WILL RIGHT ALL THE WRONGS
LET THE GODS SING MY SONG
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sk2v...
True dream is still a breeding pair of emerald tree boas, that's not happening anytime in the foreseeable future.
True dream is still a breeding pair of emerald tree boas, that's not happening anytime in the foreseeable future.