Osspibuspo (Silent Driver)

Stay so albescent
And let us be so stuck together
It’s in his face
These moments to be sad for good
The seeds let the habit that it stores
Sunken down it’s like a seal carving
And there’s no promise to be had
I come right back because I’m gone and I see
A lady by Heaven swilling his bottle

I stand by the cavernous scene unaware
What wouldn’t I give
When he’s touching
When she’s touching
On the seat of the cab
Omеga, hold my gun
Omega, hold my gun
Omega

Horny seed
Horny thistle
Horny thеy’ve all gone