pseudorevolutionary, all failed praxes are my own.
What's going up must come down
Do ya really wanna, do ya really wanna taste it?
Baby, I'm losing ground
Blind to what you'll soon become
The mirror lies, the whole world's wrong
But you dancing with your blinkers on
Throw your dog the invisible bone
What's going up must come down
Do ya really wanna, do ya really wanna taste it?
Baby, I'm losing ground
Blind to what you'll soon become
The mirror lies, the whole world's wrong
But you dancing with your blinkers on
Throw your dog the invisible bone