The Wind, The Poison, All Of What Goes In Your Head

The Wind, The Poison, All Of What Goes In Your Head

Bastien Baz

Foutu.

I never felt,
Anywhere close where I’m supposed to be
Cursed in the realm,
Where’s the king’s fools play the king, crowned with their trophy of idiocy
Clocked in the same fucking day
Dressed up in the same f…

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