Songtext von Faux

Clone Caught hold of your flood lung Harbour your ‘someone' Prevent me Shown You swoon in your lace run Brooding, a quilt tongue Pining me Calm Clot, cold, and bleed Calm Clot, cold, and bleed Bone Pull over your midriff Labour your inches Widow me Hone All crimson and hinges Tarot and itches Corner me Faux Shot, sold and bleed Faux Shot, sold and bleed Faux Shot, sold and bleed Faux Shot, sold and bleed Cower all your cinders, fake us Bower in your shivers, shake us Cower all your cinders, fake us Bower in your shivers, shake us Cower all your cinders, fake us Bower in your shivers, shake us Cower all your cinders, fake us Bower in your shivers, shake us Cower all your cinders, fake us Bower in your shivers, shake us Cower all your cinders, fake us Bower in your shivers, shake us Cower all your cinders, fake us