Paroles de Pure
Die over status.Hanging it from hope.
now it's rushing like a landslide.
Oh how pure.
Now it's sweating in the cold.
It's the voices of god.
Bodies haunted from the pressure to be or burn,
scaring hopeless youth.
Watching it decline.
Light a spark in the trees and let this pressure spread.
scaring hopeless youth.
Watching it decline.
Light a spark in the trees and let this pressure spread.
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