Palm Sunday
Edward Ka-Spel, CEvin Key
Better if you all just go away
Leave me alone
My own surroundings' only vices/voices
Lately ?
Self-pity if you like
But see, I have this friendly cure
Gets me through the longest night
When time is there to kill
Nothing more, nothing more
Come the time, I'll take my clothes off
I shall stand outside
The rising Phoenix, head up high
I promise I will ride
Rêverie and rosarita, on my snow white horse
Stretch my hands out and of course
No pictures
Rêvеrie and rosarita, wonder alcohol
Sometimеs it all gets too much
I would rather curl up in the corner of my hidden floor
Pitiful cocoon
It's cozy in this cell
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