takeSomeCrime - iPhone Song | Текст песни

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• takeSomeCrime
• iPhone Song

I believe
I believe that you have always been my friend, through the thick and thin

my own blood
my own blood tastes like your own cold embrace, lips on steel retrace

boop... boop.... beep boop
boop... boop.... beep boop

Let me disassemble you with tiny tools
there's little room between your bones

now that we're alone and I'm inside of you
sorting through... your precious cubes

God bless this waste of my time
God could not make a thing so sublime

You are curled in the palm of my hand
You're the one I understand