Lyrics
13 threads tied together, in 90 different ways
One last spiked up punchbowl, in the teenage ballroom
Hates the way they forced her, to be alienated
troubles infiltration, of pornographic leaches
And in the silent process, the ropes burned her fingers
And in the silent process, the ropes burned her fingers
And in the silent process, the ropes burned her neck
Hates the way they forced her, to be alienated
troubles infiltration, of pornographic leaches
They re-invented ancients, the boys, they interacted
she saw what really went on, from when her father crawled up on her
They re-invented ancients, the boys, they interacted
she saw what really went on, from when her father crawled up on her
Black flashes of neon light, as she left the dance floor
cobweb in the cradle, they all understood…
TxT: Morten
Music: Ruben, Morten
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