Текст (слова) песни: On Broken Wings - Six Hundred Cubic Centimeters
the sound of a primate. the offensive of attempting to create illusions with goals of appearing larger to an enemy. but can you dance like indrid cold? my arm hair stands on end. i`ve got some questions, and i want them answered. am i nothing more than an upright ape? built in defenses, heartbeat increases an ape with shame, and an ego to match
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