Life is fleeting death.
Covered in s***.
Vomiting p***.
Just a constant fix, my fix.
Written in the book you gave me, flowers and dead birds that you drew me.
After I left, I now truly believe.
Life is fleeting death.
Covered in s***.
Vomiting p***.
Covered in s***.
Vomiting p***.
Just a constant fix, my fix.
Written in the book you gave me, flowers and dead birds that you drew me.
After I left, I now truly believe.
Life is fleeting death.
Covered in s***.
Vomiting p***.