Palumboompje

if you get your dick stuck in a saw trap call that another cock in the murder machine

you dont have to worry cuz we're still the same band. your eyes are the size of the moon. go on, film the world before it happens. i know it's mad, but if i go to hell, will you come with me or just leave? things have changed for me, and that's okay. if the sun would come out and sing with me. you clicked your heels and wished for me. when the moon fell in love with the sun, all was golden in the sky. but you'll never know until you're there. perhaps i was born with curiosity. we're all too smart to talk to god. allow me to exaggerate a memory or two. i'm sure i didn't ruin her, just made her more interesting. go spin circles for me. we must reinvent love. you dont have to worry cuz we're still the same band.

melt your headaches call it home

not to be emo but if all our life is but a dream, fantastic posing greed, then we should feel our jewelry to the sea. for diamonds do appear to be, just like broken glass to me. and then she said she can’t believe, genius only comes along in storms of fabled foreign tongues. tripping eyes and flooded lungs, northern downpour sends its love. hey moon, please forget to fall down, hey moon , don’t you go down.