monster machismo — me blindfolded vs. mike tyson

TW: мёртвые животные diving head-first into wet cement, you won’t be laughing then. breathe through a straw, blowing bubbles in the air. you won’t be laughing when you pull me out, out. pull me out. the telephone’s got a strange-hold on everyone that i told about you, about you. smacking your lips, as you devour those rocks, trying to file your teeth to fit inside of locks. the telephone’s got a strange-hold on everyone that i told about you, about you. smacking your lips, as you devour those rocks, trying to file your teeth to fit inside of locks. saying. screaming, the moon is full of candy, don’t you know? so blindfold me and spin me around. the moon is full of candy, don’t you know? so applause as I swing a three-foot bat trying to hit all the stars and make them all flat, oh yeah! the moon is full of candy, don’t you know? so blindfold me and spin me around. the moon is full of