CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Treat Me Like A Misconception

Let you talk enough to cover slips
I slip right out of walking with a piece of rubber string upon your belly b***on Then you part from all the possible apostle feels and bring a f**ker back to feed on arson dust and gravel meals
Temperature entry
Flood my gills with orphan waters
Tempting eventually to cut these strings that I've been stuck in

See shapes like
Botox
Detox
Stillborn
Birth rock
Talking with a black box