Тексты песен Dog Fashion Disco

I play the game In hopes to end this charade You've got me caught And tangled up in your web Deja vu This scene's already played through A crime scene Chalk lines drawn around you The price of fame Yo

little green men follow us from town to town speaking in riddles of digital sound hiding in the shadow of a subway train trying to get to heaven with a worm in his brain where is the hurdy gurdy man g

Flesh colored lips, sipping from wasted veins Black clouds and stigmata appearing again Imprisoned in cold asylums, handshakes are exchanged Magnetic rays, electric light, quickly growing dim These ar