The battery is dead
It tickles in my head
The power must be fed
Bays, the anger in my face
Takes me to a place
Where I can spend my days
Some kind of mongo
I’m falling down the stairs
I guess that no one dares
To enter the affairs
Now I really have to go
So I start to row
With my ancient toe
2019 • Extreme Graveyard Tornado
2019 • Extreme Graveyard Tornado
2019 • Extreme Graveyard Tornado
2019 • Extreme Graveyard Tornado
2019 • Extreme Graveyard Tornado
2019 • Extreme Graveyard Tornado
2019 • Extreme Graveyard Tornado
2019 • Extreme Graveyard Tornado
2019 • Extreme Graveyard Tornado
2019 • Extreme Graveyard Tornado
2019 • Extreme Graveyard Tornado
2019 • Extreme Graveyard Tornado