作曲できる奴ちょっと来い [629スレ]
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Bringing a suitcase you say
"Put your shits into this"
Tightening a necktie I say
"OK.. That makes me free of this spell, right?"
But nothing has changed.
The world is cynic.
In the train I remember that smell.
Hungry birds poise in the jetblack sky painted with shit.
The underpants cutting into asshole is a default.
Changing roots I get a fantasy
"Tell me what has changed"
Scrathing my asshole I answer
"I've only got the right way to eat grapefruits"
But the smell bursts
and tells us they're shit
In the train I remember that smell.
Hungry birds poise in the jetblack sky painted with shit.
The underpants cutting into asshole is a default.