Story Behind the Song
Society's Apathetic Heartbreak
Lyrics
I won't treasure this this time, once it's broken it could get broken again... just broke... This card gave to me Mr. Wada, not yet I didn't, ever saw his art.
Always same boss handle bar tresspasser, two hundred percent halloween people and we talk... but people "Come On" said.
I come back home, lonley castle, entertainment console of glow worm and wood venneer, originally was Hendrix's fathers. As guests at Casa Wada we were poorly entertained, ommiting mists of glam slam, reigning over all paper lovers.
A jar of coins on it's belly, tossing chaotic gusts of yore, paints a faint and feverish dizzy today, with increasing dizziness toward early evening, followed by a cloudy young Mullberry Wine...
To be drunk out of rural rain puddle, swirled in motor oil, or drinked from a garbage can lid.
Drowsiness will follow in spasms, leveling out to two hundred and fifty percent of Halloween people, on location at Michael Jacksons Tomb.
The surviving immediate families goblet is now empty, full not of young Mullberry Wine, their nostrils stung.
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