Sponge
cloud402
歌词
Walk in the street I walk alone
in a place that's never known
somewhere near the plastic lawn
Sponge is the nought with funny face
the oasis of growing pain
cunning loopstick in the rain
Go, stroke the solitude of men
hold the twisters in your hand
make a short speech on the stand
Fuse the rainbow to your sickness
hide the morning in the shadow
suck my spirit and smash my damned soul
hard to down with the rust of your life
Borrow my sorrow and bury it in the ****ing nightmare
Go on and hold on that my hesteria will obsess you and myself