All along the water's edge The ripples curl and bend as the moon bleeds Satire's no match for a matter of fact that's blasphemy There's got to be another
Tulkojums: Žubīte. Sapņi Psilocibīnu.
All along the water's edge The ripples curl and bend As the moon bleeds "Satire's no match for a matter of fact." (That's blasphemy) There's got to be