The filthy green song that the unlikely siren sings is always so enticing.
Bubbling away in the corner over there always talking about impossibilities and all things unfair.
Cloudy and clear both at the same time the very thought is divine.
Slipping into a psychosis she can’t see past, she puts her head in her hands and hopes it lasts.
Self induced confusion paid by the gram. Burning her money with out a care.
Bubbling away in the corner over there always talking about impossibilities and all things unfair.
Cloudy and clear both at the same time the very thought is divine.
Slipping into a psychosis she can’t see past, she puts her head in her hands and hopes it lasts.
Self induced confusion paid by the gram. Burning her money with out a care.
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