Try with the headphone.
Aisha
We've only just met
And I think you ought to know
I'm a murderer
I have a portrait on my wall
He's a serial killer
I thought he wouldn't escape
Aisha
He got out
We live in a cemetery
A cold and damp place
And science runs through us
Making us Gods
The rules are all wrong
Every brusion is justified
They honestly believe dead bodies
Anything goes around here
I still want to be human
What am I?
What am I?
I'm a murderer
Aisha
I'm confused
Aisha
I'm vibrating
I'm a murderer
The Gods all sucks
2 Comments:
E così sia.
18:14
P.S.
Ricordati che Martedì suoniamo al Bar Magenta, eh!
P.P.S.
Come va?
12:47
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