i am who my name is im july im the streets i grew up on im my friends manner mirrored this is half of their voice singing oh i thank you brother oh i thank you brother
the world it is what it eats and it ate a clockwork orange now deep in the meadow of its mind its kneeling crying it is dying oh it needs a mother oh it needs a mother
ive got a kubrick crutch holding me up my eyes are shut ive had enough i am going to the other side