كلمات Smartfriend

Eighty pounds of me have turned to cipher and debris In preparation of a future moving in I was not sufficient with a low nocturnal vision And resilient but retrograding skin Sure I am excited to be happily invited Though a wire has been gnawing like a mole This is not the lie, I had expected to apply When I was dragging my deformity down the hole Down the hole I am fit for every stage of labor in the golden age Of marrying technology and mind Thanks to the ambition of my physical edition I am taller than the man I left behind I have good intentions but a few of my extensions Are sharpening the ending of a pole This is not the lie, I had expected to apply When I was dragging my deformity down the hole This is what you made of me, a big mistake This is what you gave to me, another traitor Another traitor This is what you made of me This is what you made of me, a big mistake This is what you gave to me, another traitor Another traitor, a failed creator