كلمات Blathers Log

Just sitting on the sidewalk, the police have a vendetta against me They took the duty straight from being a spoken word obsolete Don't let the fuzz attempt you, the holocaust is catching up with me I cannot overwrite this, my journal has lost its meaning Your bodies burn the same, with many sights to see My airway stops the brain, too weak I'm epileptic, compressed by the ball being worth four dollars Ended up with the same things that you think, I'd sit my mind for some green I don't know much about the brain scan, I'd rather play with vaseline Your bodies burn the same, with many sights to see My airway stops the brain, too weak