Cuz he armed himself with stealthy mass-appeal.
Wheres my muse, wheres my muse
It feels like every word slipping through my mouth has been used
Staggering like the old man feeding the dirt
With my glass eye reflecting all the things that iv learned
Wheres my muse, wheres my muse
It feels like every word slipping through my mouth has been used
Staggering like the old man feeding the dirt
With my glass eye reflecting all the things that iv learned