Artichoke Frogger vs. Razor Wheels
Duck... Low
Luck.... Roll
And the yellow lights ring
Grinding flying dying
Missed me
Flow... Home
Out
In the cold
She's sweet
He's lying
She ain't hearing it told right
Light... On
Orange... Off
No
Home
Sleep with the bricks
In the wet and the cold
With sirens to lull to sleep
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I spit bullets in my feet
Every time I speak
So I write instead
And still people want me dead
~msc
Last edited by GuD; 01-19-2017 at 10:08 PM.
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