should see. Damn, I was getting jaded 'til the day you looked at me. 'Cause you got those new eyes, honey. Virgin like blue skies, sunny. Everything that you try. Everything gets you high, baby. I've been
truth. Dismiss it as the folklore of the times I won't be force fed prophecies. From a book of untruths for the weakest mind. Join the new faith for the celebration. Cult of new faith fuels the