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BIG TIME APPROACHES
Tracking me and cracking me up

They appear as reflections, as the glint in lover's eye
gravediggers sent from the Common Cellar
To riddle the ceiling which we walk

Hope's the bribe I was given to
Cross my and hope to die
I can't what I feel
Touching me so gentle makes me you're real

Big time approaches
Tracking me down, me up

And the crying of from our stovepipes fills the air
You told them they'll fly to high.......you lie!

I'm stepping into the hitherto darkest
Viscous mascara covers the colourless eye

There's no light in the attic of tonight
Crying of from the Stovepipe fills the air

The Furies split up in and bats
To out the monotonous humming in the air
The daily distant noise of a thousand people's
Last shrieks of terror before ruin

...Someone my toothpaste...

BIG TIME HADES
Tracking me down and me up

There's no
In the attic of tonight!

All Snuff Pop Inc. and lyrics written by Ant Mozart Khadaffi