rumors, poetry
casino, rumors and tumors
black night comes over the ruins
with blue cat stepping on floor
i say: “Ruleta is my god”.
Lost souls seems so black,
life is so hard to hack.
Fall to your dirty knees,
to see my wisdom of cheese.
casino, rumors and tumors
black night comes over the ruins
with blue cat stepping on floor
i say: “Ruleta is my god”.
Lost souls seems so black,
life is so hard to hack.
Fall to your dirty knees,
to see my wisdom of cheese.
