Tad

Cyanide Bath

Tad
Long way how
I see stars
Look the fresh fish
When the talk little bones
Find it crowd
Coming them
Seventy crush when still my glue
Born to hall
Stinging cold
Dirty destinate behold
Summering font
I see sparks
Seeing new born, what the hell

Try, go
Baby
Try, go

Dark city
Dark city
Covers me
Baby become to the bed in me
Leaves me
Baby
At the over-bed
Sir, my rush well stops me
I in you are
Say "blinding hold"
You can see track
To sleep my soul
Drag me down
Bring me how
Leave me baby, sell me now

Try, go
Baby
Try, go