Pond - The Weather
He sold out both his eyes
Yet sees her face
Her thighs in lace
Oh, why such waste?
Ghosts are only negative space
Ancestors, no blood
No place, no mark
Just voices in the dark
The floor is covered in champagne
The leather and the blood, and all the sudden rain
Man, you, you should've seen those cops baptize
The worst-case scenario survival game
He sold out both his eyes
Yet sees her face
Her thighs in lace
Oh, why such waste?
The floor is covered in champagne
The leather and the blood, and all the sudden rain
And man, you should've seen those cops baptize
The worst-case scenario survival game
Written by:
James William Terry, Jay Wesley Watson, Joseph Michael Ryan, Nicholas Roland Allbrook
Publisher:
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