I have to clean this room
Said this myself, to focus on problem
This is the deepest grave (it’s) full of dirty
I’m Exhumer, (i exhume)
The desert companion from my old-long journey
I spinned on the wanrings that’s a deadly country
I felt myself brave, I felt me strong
But this is not a story about how can you live for long.
Swoonin’ machine,
Immune to spleen.
Fall into swoon
Like walkin’ on the moon.
This is not the rigth aerospace
The next street before you see the falling graces
And you will find, the next paged chapter
Etitled with this song’s title, and here im by our god’s grace, yeah
Swoonin’ machine,
Immune to spleen.
Fall into swoon
Like walkin’ on the moon.
Swoonin’ machine,
Immune to spleen.
Fall into swoon
Like walkin’ on the moon.