A Piano in the Basement
La Petite Mort / Little Death
GENRE
The inner Side of
What an honor
Throw down. My Expression
Bright brown eyes
You found this bigger frame inside a mass
I don’t know what I might love inside a mass
I wake up. Reading something with the flashlight. Inside a mass
Inside. Inside. Inside. It's not time to go inside this mass
It’s not. It’s not
I don’t know what I love
I live in lucidity. So write with your fingers, pal
A Life in lucidity. So write with your fingers
Now I just have to go. The sad on has died
I love your fingers. And that’s just how that goes
And that’s just how that goes
And all this is system. The sad on has died
I love your fingers, now I have to go
And all this is system, rеdeemed in light
I love the triggеrs, but they have to die
And all that she’s typing. The sad one died
I don’t feel anything. It feels so, had to leave
All that’s just money. The sad one had died
I don’t feel anything. This person had to leave
Lucidité, (haha!)
What an honor
Throw down. My Expression
Bright brown eyes
You found this bigger frame inside a mass
I don’t know what I might love inside a mass
I wake up. Reading something with the flashlight. Inside a mass
Inside. Inside. Inside. It's not time to go inside this mass
It’s not. It’s not
I don’t know what I love
I live in lucidity. So write with your fingers, pal
A Life in lucidity. So write with your fingers
Now I just have to go. The sad on has died
I love your fingers. And that’s just how that goes
And that’s just how that goes
And all this is system. The sad on has died
I love your fingers, now I have to go
And all this is system, rеdeemed in light
I love the triggеrs, but they have to die
And all that she’s typing. The sad one died
I don’t feel anything. It feels so, had to leave
All that’s just money. The sad one had died
I don’t feel anything. This person had to leave
Lucidité, (haha!)
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