The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence
The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy
wow neat rhythm anyways... The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy Condemed with a spirit within
The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy Condemed with a spirit within I walk and wander aimlessly
The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy Condemed with a spirit within I walk and wander aimlessly doing nothing
The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy Condemed with a spirit within I walk and wander aimlessly doing nothing feeling blank and pasty
The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy Condemed with a spirit within I walk and wander aimlessly doing nothing feeling blank and pasty Boy isn't that a feeling
The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy Condemed with a spirit within I walk and wander aimlessly doing nothing feeling blank and pasty Boy isn't that a feeling Is life only meant for lingering?
The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy Condemed with a spirit within I walk and wander aimlessly doing nothing feeling blank and pasty Boy isn't that a feeling Is life only meant for lingering? or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy Condemed with a spirit within I walk and wander aimlessly doing nothing feeling blank and pasty Boy isn't that a feeling Is life only meant for lingering? or is it about finding hot girls and fingering? To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait.
The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy Condemed with a spirit within I walk and wander aimlessly doing nothing feeling blank and pasty Boy isn't that a feeling Is life only meant for lingering? or is it about finding hot girls and fingering? To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait This feeling I have begun to hate
The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy Condemed with a spirit within I walk and wander aimlessly doing nothing feeling blank and pasty Boy isn't that a feeling Is life only meant for lingering? or is it about finding hot girls and fingering? To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait This feeling I have begun to hate. Is the feeling I have begun to create.
The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy Condemed with a spirit within I walk and wander aimlessly doing nothing feeling blank and pasty Boy isn't that a feeling Is life only meant for lingering? or is it about finding hot girls and fingering? To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait This feeling I have begun to hate. Is the feeling I have begun to create. What have I done to deserve this?
The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy Condemed with a spirit within I walk and wander aimlessly doing nothing feeling blank and pasty Boy isn't that a feeling Is life only meant for lingering? or is it about finding hot girls and fingering? To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait This feeling I have begun to hate. Is the feeling I have begun to create. What have I done to deserve this? Sensational Feeling.
The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy Condemed with a spirit within I walk and wander aimlessly doing nothing feeling blank and pasty Boy isn't that a feeling Is life only meant for lingering? or is it about finding hot girls and fingering? To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait This feeling I have begun to hate. Is the feeling I have begun to create. What have I done to deserve this? Sensational Feeling. That I don't find appealing
The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy Condemed with a spirit within I walk and wander aimlessly doing nothing feeling blank and pasty Boy isn't that a feeling Is life only meant for lingering? or is it about finding hot girls and fingering? To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait This feeling I have begun to hate. Is the feeling I have begun to create. What have I done to deserve this? Sensational Feeling. That I don't find appealing. Which Keeps on Reeling.
The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy Condemed with a spirit within I walk and wander aimlessly doing nothing feeling blank and pasty Boy isn't that a feeling Is life only meant for lingering? or is it about finding hot girls and fingering? To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait This feeling I have begun to hate. Is the feeling I have begun to create. What have I done to deserve this? Sensational Feeling. That I don't find appealing. Which Keeps on Reeling. Untill the nights are done
The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy Condemed with a spirit within I walk and wander aimlessly doing nothing feeling blank and pasty Boy isn't that a feeling Is life only meant for lingering? or is it about finding hot girls and fingering? To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait This feeling I have begun to hate. Is the feeling I have begun to create. What have I done to deserve this? Sensational Feeling. That I don't find appealing. Which Keeps on Reeling. Untill the nights are done. Before the morning shall come.
The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy Condemed with a spirit within I walk and wander aimlessly doing nothing this self indugence
The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy Condemed with a spirit within I walk and wander aimlessly doing nothing feeling blank and pasty Boy isn't that a feeling Is life only meant for lingering? or is it about finding hot girls and fingering? To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait This feeling I have begun to hate. Is the feeling I have begun to create. What have I done to deserve this? Sensational Feeling. That I don't find appealing. Which Keeps on Reeling. Untill the nights are done. Before the morning shall come. My feelings are found
The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy Condemed with a spirit within I walk and wander aimlessly doing nothing feeling blank and pasty Boy isn't that a feeling Is life only meant for lingering? or is it about finding hot girls and fingering? To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait This feeling I have begun to hate. Is the feeling I have begun to create. What have I done to deserve this? Sensational Feeling. That I don't find appealing. Which Keeps on Reeling. Untill the nights are done. Before the morning shall come. My feelings are found and bound within this Rapture.
The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy Condemed with a spirit within I walk and wander aimlessly doing nothing feeling blank and pasty Boy isn't that a feeling Is life only meant for lingering? or is it about finding hot girls and fingering? To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait This feeling I have begun to hate. Is the feeling I have begun to create. What have I done to deserve this? Sensational Feeling. That I don't find appealing. Which Keeps on Reeling. Untill the nights are done. Before the morning shall come. My feelings are found and bound within this Rapture. Is where I shall find my desire.
The sky is blue and shines with virtue Yet my days are dark Absent, of beauty and art Bleak and desolate in existence Filled with the curse of Anarchy Condemed with a spirit within I walk and wander aimlessly doing nothing feeling blank and pasty Boy isn't that a feeling Is life only meant for lingering? or is it about finding hot girls and fingering? To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait This feeling I have begun to hate. Is the feeling I have begun to create. What have I done to deserve this? Sensational Feeling. That I don't find appealing. Which Keeps on Reeling. Untill the nights are done. Before the morning shall come. My feelings are found and bound within this Rapture. Is where I shall find my desire. To meet my fantasies.
