BOOLINTUNES: Singles Of The Year 2024
Cursed to exist.
Cursed to exist.
Eternally remembered for what you became.
Crying from an empty ceiling.
This curse was written by my own hand.
I was a fool to believe it was this.
Don’t lose your head…
Nails pressed through beggars hands.
I hope you know I saw how hard you faught.
It’s all black and white until somebody loses an eye.