Panthers کے بول

Temper is a package Pulling at its bow Darling disasters Help you grow Panthers build their blood to bury Daughters leave their dads to marry Hide in the weeds The orchestra Is proving death Again Temper is the warp speed of red flashes And all the bells ringing god forbid, god forbid Did I catch you in the flashes? Did I catch you in the flashes? Hide with me In the weeds I'm proving death Alive in the weeds The orchestra Is proving death