Shards and pebbles. With games played By broken bones, Childhood lost Your abandoned soul, Staggering and tripping With mined fields, Promise no tomorrow. Little man I lord, over Your boyhood My whip Splitting
powered by my imagination with a dash of your influence
Shards and pebbles. With games played By broken bones, Childhood lost Your abandoned soul, Staggering and tripping With mined fields, Promise no tomorrow. Little man I lord, over Your boyhood My whip Splitting