Tracklist nothing with guitar
Got arms no armour
The grey untamed Impala no longer impounded
Makes the familiar starting sound
So much loud in pounds it growls, taking weight almost breaks the ground
But these clowns can’t wait, my phone vibrating loud in my Kimono gown
Can barely breathe with all the burnt trees, man that’s gladly drowning
N11 Impala impelled to speed impressively, like a bat out of hell if hell was Tallaght
Grail quest hasty, with eight male bandits in ballies my taskforce into action
Task clearer than an erlenmeyer flask, go to Ballybrack bring back a chalice
Fingers taking soundings of your wounds
Upon removal blood fountain like a whale’s spume
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