Defeat Street
Some of the sincerity slimed up on me

Cards wrote themselves and rifled me

Rigging the blast door to explore didn’t pan out this time

Rushed in, gobbled up and left me bottled up, that monstrous cub

To tell you the truth, I snort mousse

Rust seeps into cereals I produce

Rum may run rampantly down the drain, so let me think

I’ll leave a limb in the pipes to entice a drink ⌘ Read more