i know it must snow so i could drink your fire
i know desire burns in the middle of the room
i think i know how deep it goes that whole in your head
i think i should shoot you
ill just bring some more juice
ill drink it and pretend its our blood
some crazy kid talking about life
you should learn how to sleep so you could know how to be awake men
dude take your smoke somewhere else ( my lungs maybe )
so scream it out
hip scenesters in our back window
it must be christmas all over again
1992 i presume
like if techno was a hit
spring time is war time
will you give me a flower with that bullet?
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