Compositor: Bleach
Havoc...It's automatic...More than sporadic...
Is when I fall
Panic...This search is frantic...
Spirit mechanic...Lord fix it all
And now I'm looking to your arms
It's just like electric
shoes...That I just want to run to you...I know
that you want to, I want to stick...Like Static
Grace...Gold is fantastic...I deserve plastic...
Or none at all...