
๐๐๐๐: ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐. ๐๐ซรฉ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐ "๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ฑ๐ข๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ง" ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐น.๐. ๐ฑ๐๐๐ | ๐ฐ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐รผ๐ ๐๐๐ฝ๐พ. โพ*~*โพ*~*โพ*~*โพ*~*โพ*~*โพ*~*โพ*~*โพ*~*โพ :๐๐ช๐ฏ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ด๐ต, ๐ท๐ช๐ฐ๐ญ๐ข ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฐ I used to haunt the butcher's door cold glass, wooden shelves names on paper tags I felt that ache hanging in the air. Now I pass by with my collar up moonlight on the tile, quiet steps counting window plants chipped old plates trying not to look back. Eating by the kitchen sink like some zombie in an old movie slowly turning at the sound holding a dented pot just beans, corn, cabbage that's it. Just a quiet vegetarian a ghost in the organic aisle yeah, I'm a quiet vegetarian no more red just greens and a little peace of mind. โพ*~*โพ*~*โพ*~*โพ*~*โพ*~*โพ*~*โพ*~*โพ*~*โพ :๐๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ญ๐ถ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฐ, ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต (๐ท๐ช๐ฐ๐ญ๐ข ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฐ), ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต โพ*~*โพ*~*โพ*~*โพ*~*โพ*~*โพ*~*โพ*~*โพ*~*โพ I don't want to eat the living I'd rather lie down with the beans Monday to Saturday every meal, something green looking green around the gills. :๐๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ๐ฆ, ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ข ๐ฅ'๐๐ซ๐๐ก๐ช ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ณ๐ข, ๐ต๐ถ๐ต๐ต๐ช Just a quiet zombie dragging myself through the organic aisle yeah, I used to be a proper carnivore basket in hand overflowing with leafy greens. :๐๐ช๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฐ (๐๐ช๐ต.), ๐ด๐ฐ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฐ Then I see some meat in the cooler... maybe? :๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐๐ต๐ข๐ญ ๐จ๐ถ๐ต๐ณ๐ฐ โพ*~*โพ*~*โพ*~*โพ*~*โพ*~*โพ*~*โพ*~*โพ*~*โพ ๐๐ฒ๐ท๐ฎ. ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฑ๐๐๐ (๐ฑ๐๐ ๐ท๐ถ๐ถ๐ฝ), ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ด๐๐๐๐ข๐.
Comments are disabled on this song
