Stihovi
It’s a cruel bed you’d make
Where I mate til I feel dry
Til I feel
IIII
I’d buckle up whittle down all the pals I make
Pedal around clamouring for a fuck unfazed
it’s his unfeeling nose!
it pokes in everything!
An unlukewarm leaning
Is an artefact of old fur and
Clawing and I do not feel
But there is just one thing to ask
To collar a believer
Are you loose from me?
(Dont you dare!)
It does if you say it does
Gist is exactly enough
Kept awake and kept alive
By a closeness to the steeple I
Have a weak and idol mind
Drenched in nameless devotion
Be my lawgiver! Be my light!
Be my boy!
I’m the blankest slate to find
If I dont swallow set me right
If I dont pin me down-
I’d never mind!
Im a stub and I know when I’m going to go
Harry William Burgess, Steven John Wells, Thomas James Howe, Timothy Richard Harry Slater
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