List Prev Archive 4 Next Archive 6
05 - Cyan (Archive)
Producer - Vix Riland
|
DetailsN Az
Appears on
Download Mixes Of
Nick The Greek
With a pledged allegiance of personal heritage Our house stand proud on being history An invitation for evermore to hate with awe Come over to my place and play - molest our antique.
When romance is the in thing around Horses will still ride away our days When romance is passing around Guns will still shoot to kill not maim. I'm a Roman - Romaic breed Call me Nick The Greek in irony Every keyhole you commute from Your silence gives consent to come. But it can never make your house a home But it can never make your house a home
If selected breeding is decided parentage Born into style out of curds and whey Such a rival townscape brushed and dabbed A canvas captured animated prison of fame.
When romance is the in thing around Horses will still ride away our days When romance is passing around Guns will still shoot to kill not maim. I'm a Roman - Romaic breed Call me Nick The Greek in irony Every keyhole you commute from Your silence gives consent to come. But it can never make your house a home But it can never make your house a home
Grudges of eden flower from march in a row Only last leaves might savour for the memories One and one alone in a feast of flowers Growing up and out seasoned climbers.
When romance is the in thing around Horses will still ride away our days When romance is passing around Guns will still shoot to kill not maim. I'm a Roman - Romaic breed Call me Nick The Greek in irony Every keyhole you commute from Your silence gives consent to come. But it can never make your house a home But it can never make your house a home
Any knowledge of evil even to learn From 2D to Psi an expanding world Picturesque painted drawn in a masterpiece In fast food from trees - cash card nudity.
When romance is the in thing around Horses will still ride away our days When romance is passing around Guns will still shoot to kill not maim. I'm a Roman - Romaic breed Call me Nick The Greek in irony Every keyhole you commute from Your silence gives consent to come. But it can never make your house a home But it can never make your house a home
But it can never make your house a home But it can never make your house a home.
Words - Spectre Descalier
Music - Spectre Descalier
|