Why do you snare at my frame, dear buddy
We knew no warrent or catastrophe, and yet took it just ad the theifs do,
Rip away their life
Nothing worthit to prove
So the stratosphere stoof against the tides
Why do you snare at my frame, dear buddy
We knew no warrent or catastrophe, and yet took it just ad the theifs do,
Rip away their life
Nothing worthit to prove
So the stratosphere stoof against the tides