Jordan’s been calm and miserable
Engraving “Dear God, please” on the iron door
Glasshead Lyrics – Hazelord
Glasshead Lyrics by Hazelord
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Jordan’s been calm and miserable
Engraving “Dear God, please” on the iron door
Well now I’m getting used to see the bright of her eyes
Standing like the lamppost she walks by when the sky turns to black
Hey, come outside
You make the best fool of yourself at nighttime
It’s already too late
To dream about something else than Hell
Shall i sleep today for one night?
I’ve been lurking in the same towns
Vent to a public made of rocks
Make it something that cannot be trial
And that is the way one hurts
Puddles of shame, headfirst
This one…
This one’s for those whose bodies are constantly being thrown on the ground, without even the touch of a single finger