Zennie
Bluelighter
Can you give it up now?
That smirk taut on your face.
Chesire cat eyes bearing down.
Kiss the soul that tempts you.
In the middle of the crips night you can feel it.
Hiding somewhere beneath that cloud of breathe, you'll give it away only to ache for it back.
Fooled, without, you are within.
15/01/01
That smirk taut on your face.
Chesire cat eyes bearing down.
Kiss the soul that tempts you.
In the middle of the crips night you can feel it.
Hiding somewhere beneath that cloud of breathe, you'll give it away only to ache for it back.
Fooled, without, you are within.
15/01/01
