The other side of energy
Gloom is the hour of our days.
Being shrewd,
condescending doesn’t allude.
My wrath outweighs any anger.
When the fire reaches your tongue.
Exhale the stinger from which you were stung.
Without the ignorant,
We wouldn’t know who was intelligent.
The blue fade...
Being shrewd,
condescending doesn’t allude.
My wrath outweighs any anger.
When the fire reaches your tongue.
Exhale the stinger from which you were stung.
Without the ignorant,
We wouldn’t know who was intelligent.
The blue fade...