Yavapai Console

Golden disc soaring over our town oh God sin we can finally quit our jobs no more division only big bamboo just shut the door and take my coat hard pharmaceutical marks meeting on street corners you get one shot it’s hot this clan has had enough with blackened crystals and souls it’s warped but shit goes and so it rides out a major file corruption to the left with tourist criminals to the right we get naked and say things with arm signal astrology hammer vault echo these parade swinging rebirth to safe hideaways in foggy mirth what trunks seize in dewy ravines so sold out you stare into micron Joeth will not see you pixelated giving in justice alley institutions you had me until female voice of arthropod glistening raw nose crystal essence preying incessantly pon de dram…