Pleather

I'm riding your velocity
I hope nobody sees us
I'm high on your atrocity
How long 'til he feeds us?

Are you the knave? Are you the slave?
A prophet on the tidal wave?

She's allowed to wear that skirt
And worship her own Jesus

She rides to paper Jesus
Crash and burn the astral plane
Are you the knave? Are you the slave?
To those who fear god

One hand below the skirt and riding
Up the leg towards
The powers of the world collide
And when the plеasures of the sword

She ridеs to paper Jesus
Crash and burn the astral plane
Are you the knave? Are you the slave?
To those who fear god

She rides to paper Jesus
Crash and burn the astral plane
Are you the knave? Are you the slave?
To those who fear god

Home is gone
And hope is gone

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