THUNDERSTORMS
He's the man of the hour,
Showering in the lather of accolades,
Strutting like a noblemen on the streets,
he once walked with bruised heels
It's a mask party,
Masking stitches with make up,
That births butterflies in bellies,
Growling to the yolks of...
Showering in the lather of accolades,
Strutting like a noblemen on the streets,
he once walked with bruised heels
It's a mask party,
Masking stitches with make up,
That births butterflies in bellies,
Growling to the yolks of...