HUT I Prepare on the Move

I like taking things slow… and little
And I know that they celebrate everything

Sinking the promise
They’re back from the mile of memories mean
They never like anything that I prepare on the move

Oh, silly ominous
(Silly…)
Tonight to the naked eye
I can hide

Sleep by the hole, sleep by the hole
Sleep by the hole, sleep by the hole
Sleep by the hole, sleep by the hole
Sleep by the hole, sleep by the hole

The way you stand by me, forming
It’s better to know me in Hell