Face Aches And Head Aches

ICARO



Avanza
Street sees the blue stones from Icaros
Nothing broken
Let the lyrics do you hear the word
While on
car engine is not weather they are fleeing

Dummies walking without looking at each other Scarce

empathy and full of vanity
Follow the pack in silence uniformed black umbrellas
As if the street outside the temple of idols and the priestess
absent that bitch with lies that nobody
She also lost Worshipping vanity
their false saints.
By: Katho Gómez. Google Image
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