Text písně The Number Twelve Looks Like You: Blue Dress

Blue Dress


dragged to the burial where witches flew overhead
roses drip black, and children weap in awe at their mother's side
and tissues break shows your ample wit
to get back at your bastards lust
razor proof veil and an odorless scarf bring the day to rust
blue dress at a black grave
razor proof veil and an odorless scarf bring the day rust







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