Attire of Beauty
Though it stalks at the countryside
Crapping at the wall
Seems like a pathetic piece
Flaunts in the air
Nevertheless it's a crap
In the eyes of scrap folk
It's stick in their ancestral humor
Even the divinity is dormancy
But there are somepure hearts
Seeking for true...
Crapping at the wall
Seems like a pathetic piece
Flaunts in the air
Nevertheless it's a crap
In the eyes of scrap folk
It's stick in their ancestral humor
Even the divinity is dormancy
But there are somepure hearts
Seeking for true...