Woodlice Shoes Lyrics & Chords By Herra Hidro

red dress, handsome blond a matching blindfold suits this one there’s a stairwell to the forest of rooms some will show their lace and perfumed struts masking poisoned cedar...read more

They call him 'dirt-child', they call him names. He askes his parents 'Please won't you change?' No, we won't. No we won't. So tired, but glad. Our son is dead. Let's tell...read more

under this night harpies circle swaths of red are dripping from their feathers formed in your youth, call it insatiable sponsored by one because there in your youth, all but...read more

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no taste for harlots/cherubs I preferred anonymous clerk girls not one spared lusterless black/red locks I preferred gold toppled fair girls surnames tied to fortunes ...read more