Letra de It Is "Bro" Isn't It? - Iwrestledabearonce

She loves me
(He loves me not)
You've told me but I forgot
I don't want to be the one you call on
When you struck luck in golden ambers,
You kiss by the book, when you ride lies upon the throne
Taurus; it's your year, be in for a surprise
The naked force, eight eyes of a new era on my back
A homecoming parade, from our tidy bed of roses
What once was
A new career you call it
To catch a souvenir
Of what once was, strict embarrassment
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And it makes you boil
And it makes you choke
And it makes you rally up the troops within your throat
When she is me and I bloom within her speech
Birth the machines
Invoking the spirits of ancient fathers
Take hand, earth, air, fire, water
A motherly life and echo of a home
Burn 'em out of their homes
Pillage the humans from their homes, the naked forcre
Eight eyes of a new era on your back