Manic human beings by appearance
I'm losing all my people in the parish
Parable of bible and a whiskey, hear me?
I'm scared I have no bearings on my fucking hearing
Like what is it I'm doing in the desert alone?
I'm rarely having money, you can tell by my tone
I'm breaking all the rules and dancing out on the res, and what of the natives is tattle-telling instead

NO. ONE. CAN. DIE. LIKE. WE. DO. BLACK. OUT. CROW. FEATHERS

So every clubbing outing compare me to emo pouting

The MOODIE des