The blood was dry on the moon.
Clouds filled the sky,
Torches for shampoo.
Till the soul said, these shoes are too tight.
That’s why shadows are important,
They tend to adhere to you,
So you are not what you are not.
The blood was dry on the moon.
Clouds filled the sky,
Torches for shampoo.
Till the soul said, these shoes are too tight.
That’s why shadows are important,
They tend to adhere to you,
So you are not what you are not.
