Le Japon en fêtes
APPOCALYPSE MENTALEII
It was FebruaryI was cold and I was high
It was FebruaryI was cold and I was high
He looked upHe lost controlHe was deglovedHe was jelly roll
It was FebruaryI was cold and I was high
He wanted love, he wanted soulThere's not enoughTo make him whole
It was FebruaryI was cold, and I was high
The swell of heaven on my dashboardI can see my spinal cord rip highHey, hey, heyIt's raining glass like a fever stormEvery promise I have sworn tonightHey, hey, hey
The swell of heaven on my dashboardI can see my spinal cord swing highHighIt's raining glass like a fever stormEvery promise I have sworn tonight
It was FebruaryI was cold and I was highHigh, high, high
It was FebruaryI was cold and I was
Are you ready for the storm?Are you ready for?Are you ready for the storm?Are you ready for the storm?Are you ready for?Are you ready for the storm?
Are you ready for the storm?Are you ready for?Are you ready for the storm?Are you ready for the storm?Are you ready for?Are you ready for the storm?
Are you ready for the storm?Are you ready for?Are you ready for the storm?Are you ready for the storm?Are you ready for?Are you ready for the storm?
Are you ready for the storm?Are you ready for?Are you ready for the storm?Are you ready for the storm?Are you ready for?Are you ready for the storm?
FUCKING bitch