Know your faults
Know your friends
Be prepared to take revenge
Thought I feed it
Keep it alive
Watch it dissolve into slaughterhouse five
Thought I could feed it sift the debris
Heir to the throne of a suicide king
-Bend like a reed in the wind-
Violator diplomat
They slip their fingers in
Is it alive sift the debris
Heir to the throne of a suicide king
-Bend like a reed in the wind-
The simple plots become confused
The jaws are locked & we´re immune
From the horizon
They slip their fingers in
She smells like the future of money
She smells like everything
Simple plots become comfused
The jaws are locked &
We´re immune
Machines Of Loving Grace Ringtones