Virile By Moses Sumney
Home alone like thrilled
Blue region haunted
I can feel the [?]
Over taking my skin
And I realize now
That none of this matter
‘Cause I will return
The death and matter
She’s with a guy she loves
And I’m all alone
Playing the part
Can’t keep it [?]
Just before passing graves
The virility fades
You’ve got the wrong guy
You’re on a speed ride and
Under the masculine
You’ve go got the wrong eye
Tear-some death, oh
And it t got reason
To take the minion of a other warns of vase
Is the virile tied away
To the [?]
And I know
Playing the part
That can’t keep us loved
Just before passing graves
The virility fades
You’ve got the wrong guy
You’re on a speed ride and
Up up the masculine
You’ve go got the wrong eye
Too much is not enough
Too much is not enough
You’ve got the wrong eye
Tear-some death, oh
And you take on reason
You want a minion to make minions of the stars
Made up of what you are
Oh oh oh oh oh
You’re all, all, all, all
Just before passing graves
The virility fades
You’ve got the wrong guy
You’re on a speed ride and
Up up the masculine
You’ve go got the wrong eye
Tear-some
