Whirlpooling Lyrics & Chords By Brumes

I am washed upon a rock, in a cold and girding sea The sun is figured like a clock It turns and hangs at me May have to turn to god now, much as it pains me Because science...read more

I wouldn't mind if I could find A little electrocution Sometimes I feel I need it here A little electrocution The wire's hot, lights are red A sparkle straight to my...read more