lick my wounds suck the venom there´s our shelter there´s our shed
broke a tooth and made a move before the storm caught a bird into my hands to make a bond loving is a poison is a hologram bleeding feet on desert beach in ochre sand does it make a difference if the pirates land if we put aside our golden privacy no one will be left behind, i guarantee
lick my wounds suck the venom there´s our shelter there´s our shed
trustfully and gracefully i´m lost at sea shallow waters don´t appear a threat to me we should row together to an island i know
rearrange the riddle and reset the core reset the core
lick my wounds suck the venom there´s our shelter there´s our shed