The Aftermath Of Fingal Pote Sugar and spice, all that’s nice Ain’t it so? Tears turn to ice Something in the gun But it’s not made from lead So I’ll shoot you again and again (Shoot you down old boy) These lies are made from surprise Flanked in rose and borderlines Mirrors taught me not to see Dying told me how to be Featherweight, punch the sky Masturbate til you’re dry Merry go round tied by noose Fatherland makes abuse. Jun 11, 2021 3 Facebook Tweet Email
