Cholera کے بول

Stripped back secondary, Austin voice As milky as her bones We have loved, as we are loveless Touch down, southern clouds, hanging low As heavy as this blood Filling up, a tank of justice Distant thunder Fumbled play Lives outlined in chalk Stormy laughter Far away Our plans they took a knock Sweaty darkness Got no charge Thumb without a tool A hundred reasons All at large No way to get to you Sky-high memories, optic pins There’s mint left in the glass We ripped, to free the flavour Wet leaves, seventeen, prickly breath Kisses steal smiles We pimp this bad behaviour