歌词：
The Number Twelve Looks Like You Worse Than Alone

When your head is on backwards, where do you see? If your lungs begin to wilt like mine, how will you breathe? You can't drop your past without digging

magazine. Roll her on out just to slide her back in. Unravelling rolls into their machinery and click away. This was where you could embrace misery. With enough energy you

consequence. This planet needs its power even if it means extinction. Swine, meat, pig in a vast commandeer of our lives. Look profound for my ill pleasure. You