Unyoung

Old age (x6) Has your fever fallen enough to age Cold in the culture of a one legged ape? Old men with gray hairs laugh at the ones who took to bleach Pardon freeze Not pardon your scalp Self and little death Today I lost a scar It fell like a feather from the shadow of my breast Fro with it's lock of no less irreversible flesh Left to heal to a ceiling of my odds your men hung up here to (?) Here to survive by day He do dead leaf entrance bearest there by grave It's a form no doubt, soon he will be burnt out, simple of things, and language in business, and ground harked arch angel of live Get down Old age Old age Old age Old age... Anything but you Any-anything but you If your sickness cuts your kindness, then these language these are words to say If your sickness does your darkness, then these language these are words to say