Hot Cross Solanka Letras:
Dolls and shells, dolls and shells. Three sheets
to the wind, and swollowed by fortunes twisted
spells. An empty hand for a lifeless eye glimmer
lost and wasted and spent on hallowed stifled
ties. I preach to the converting with a tounge
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less disconcerting and a name pulled forth from
ashes scattered when the fruits of our labour
hardly mattered. The poor obessions of solanka.
Crash meets head in a blur of demons lost and
fired fed betting these last inches of rope on a
new machine left for dead. Wasting years praying
for solanka an uncharted mind embracing spirits of
another kind
Letras: Solanka Hot Cross [final]