Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
She has bugs but you spread them
A close call.
Doors slam shut.
Ears aren't hearing
Anything
But the rushing
Of a storm.
Eyes aren't seeing
The truth.
Lies.
Like lice,
They spread,
Itching fabrication
Upon your head.
November 30, 2006
Suge
Doors slam shut.
Ears aren't hearing
Anything
But the rushing
Of a storm.
Eyes aren't seeing
The truth.
Lies.
Like lice,
They spread,
Itching fabrication
Upon your head.
November 30, 2006
Suge
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She has bugs but you spread them
She has bugs but you spread them
