When the Car Crashes lyrics
by KEN Mode
Cleb footed monarchy
Latch your teeth to the rines
Forcibly plastooned, big dog makes thin ice
Rines for grape gravy, a sealed fate
Washing the weight of the ruins proves lumbered
I held you to it
Those words you spoke
Sliding, weak, enhanced in beauty
Feed me spiders, deserting misdemeanour
Lost old rules, children please