't make none Scared money don't make none Scared money don't make none It was all a dream, it was all a dream I used to fantasize I was Malcolm or Martin
fate (20% amnesia) And you're obsolete and they can't afford to educate you (20% amnesia) In his bedtime Bootboy jersey Ringin' up some fantasy tart
to rape my future. My eyes like a black mirror Read the waterside of liquid lust. I need enchantment wonder and fantasy To raise the origin... and evil trumpets
(20% amnesia) And you're obsolete and they can't afford to educate you (20% amnesia) In his bedtime boot boy jersey Ringing up some fantasy tart Give
non era mai stata cosi tanto bella. Era facile vivere allora ogni ora, chitarre e lampi di storie fugaci, di amori rapaci, e ogni notte inventarsi una fantasia
In this fantasy beauty i've bitten the shell from veiling light eyes tearing through parting always and zero space in time through burning crystal syngenesis
