Pop Kills Your Soul 歌词

death of the form our dreams would have attained death of the will, desire and dismay like a nazi mith of red eternal youth 'till nothing is what you think of pop kills your soul just like everything else does we fancied and we expected, we are all the same and we all get so banal, and we all making the same talks 'bout years of collapsing we missunderstend leaking down through my hands pop kills your soul...as everything else has done I'm seven years old, listen to the song you were a yeti whoman hairy fierce and lone I 'member the rage your face disintegrated and the fear that I would not ehy! hate it pop kills your soul...as everything else has done