@migu music@

Notes are sang in poetry

Why would I mind a part of me

One, two, three, here comes the cavalry

Tearing apart our colonies

Forget it, I said it

The storm in the attic

A static, an addict

Another way to panic

Forget it, I said it

The storm in the attic

A static, an addict

Another way to panic

Pour me gasoline and ambience

Your words salt the seas and arteries

Front towards the enemies

Our cultures full of businesses

Pour me gasoline and ambience

Your words salt the seas and arteries

Front towards the enemies

Our cultures full of businesses

Oh well

Terminal cells in constant symmetry

Let it all out you're made to please

On your knees in dead artilleries

Buried alive in magazines

Forget it, I said it

The storm in the attic

A static, an addict

Another way to panic

Forget it, I said it

The storm in the attic

A static, an addict

Another way to panic

Pour me gasoline and ambience

Your words salt the seas and arteries

Front towards the enemies

Our cultures full of businesses

Pour me gasoline and ambience

Your words salt the seas and arteries

Front towards the enemies

Our cultures full of businesses

Oh well

Pour me gasoline and ambience

Your words salt the seas and arteries

Front towards the enemies

Our cultures full of businesses

Pour me gasoline and ambience

Your words salt the seas and arteries

Front towards the enemies

Our cultures full of businesses

Oh well

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