Pornopop - Death Tape | Текст песни

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we make plans on going down
and stalk the fire
with it all its charms
...and all its harmonies

we taste the cautions weeping stare
turn yourself in
it all makes sense
in the end
I fear


(talk: Jim Jones death tape from the Jonestown massacre)

sometimes we'll see you in your room
with all your books and your cat
and everything else that makes you smile

we chase god's will in your defense
and death reveals
your coffin breath
your sweatest harmonies

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