Lletres: Drexel. Track 04.

Again, it happens I don't know why, but it always does, just like the last and the same as the first bumps and quiet nothing , serene, brooding. Waiting for the kill, moving on a fear, take it down. Why wait, when you don't have to. Why pay, when they don't want you to. Again it happens I don't know why, but it always does just like the first, and the same as the last bumps and quiet nothing, nothing. Wait on, barely I could hang on