博文
|
标签：杂谈 |
the flowers of evil
you left at my door
set 'em in a broken glass
and tasted my own blood
yes your hair looks beautiful today
gasoline horses will take us away
they charge forth
with firey manes
and bellies full of clocks
four ton
deaf and dumb
we poor old dogs of god
yes your hair smells like sunshine today
gasoline horses will take us away
you left at my door
set 'em in a broken glass
and tasted my own blood
yes your hair looks beautiful today
gasoline horses will take us away
they charge forth
with firey manes
and bellies full of clocks
four ton
deaf and dumb
we poor old dogs of god
yes your hair smells like sunshine today
gasoline horses will take us away
You are the blossom
which blooms in my eyes.
Bloody, ruthlessness, never floating about.
Pain and sufferings forgotten ever.
Forget ever of we.
Everythings that you hope all are like swan of putting the full feather.
Turn an
Bloody, ruthlessness, never floating about.
Pain and sufferings forgotten ever.
Forget ever of we.
Everythings that you hope all are like swan of putting the full feather.
Turn an
