Mess That You Brought کے بول

Nightmare, desire, a little kind Is it another joke from our time? We called, you came, we’ve lost, you’ve won And we fucked all the things we’ve could mind How is your liver? Slept over fever? Prove us you ain’t the first Hope a new gather, that you will invite us And we pray your pocket keeps intact Come on, come in. You’re out, or in? It is not your decision, no way! We called, you came, we’ve lost, you’ve won And we fucked all the things we’ve could mind How is your liver? Slept over fever? Prove us you ain’t the first Hope a new gather, that you will invite us And we pray your pocket keeps intact Stronger than us, this mess that you brought is no good Leave you alone might be better then run into you How is your liver? Slept over fever? Prove us you ain’t the first Hope a new gather, that you will invite us And we pray your pocket keeps intact