
mummy,
by the conquest of the polyconsoler


And we could've been happy
What a piteous thing, a hideous thing
Was tainted by the rest
But it won't get any harder
And I hope you'll find your way again
And it won't get any higher
And it all boils down to what you did then
In the night, we fight, I fled, you're right
It was exactly then I decided
And drew you art
In the night we fight, I fled, you're right
It was exactly then I decided
But it won't get any harder
And I hope you'll find your way again
And it won't get any higher
And it all boils down to what you did then
Disappointment...