Pensive Lyrics & Chords By Spore

The first man saw his scope Making lists, he asked will it look like this tomorrow? Excuse you, behoove you to live a spiders life and "clean up nice" Placate away, placate away...read more

Few things relate to the comfort I feel when I've got a chance to be alone. When I have time to think, I don't need to breathe deeply And my own head doesn't make me choose sides Keep...read more