Tekst:
Legs Up Naked And Doing It Demo

I earn a keep screaming "ghost" at my own face living proof of what they see (a road trodden black) coughing up lungs to show something's inside

up faces torpedoing towards fictional places we manufacture hurt like it's going out of fashion fashioning these weapons like it's our only passion and it

sure as hell can smoke and it's all i've got to prove this isn't just an inside joke we've rhymed and reasoned ourselves away inside walls so black and white and