Bagmask Lyrics
chord spine the way of a splintermasked bags with mixed days that didn'trhyme to me or speak to me rhyme to me or speak to me tan lines that burn in the winter mixed up with masks that didn'trhyme to me or speak to me.I cried my quarters to sleep I didn't leave themone on one with the woman in a magazine looking at fast drying paint cans looking at fast drying paint cans.Chord spine the way of a splintermask bags with mixed days that didn'trhyme to me or speak to me stuffed chokes the day in my heartbox early mourning heatlamp that couldn'trhyme to me speak to me.I cried my quarters to sleep I didn't leave themone on one with the woman in a magazinelooking at fast drying paint cans looking at fast drying paint cans.I look forward to hearing from you.
6gig Bagmask
