Summer Goth

Us And the holy grail. Take Your time to skip It. It will burn, it will heal, its Dead bit of skin and red eyes. It will burn your worries Away. Jam. You raise a glow above me. You raise a glow. Your hands don't feel the grip, You are ready to stip it. Sweat rolls down your pretty face. Have you ever meant Jam? Burn, burn, Burn, Burn, burn, burn. Your hands don't feel the grip. You Are ready To stip it, but Sweat Rolls down your pretty Face. Have You ever meant Jam? You raise a glow above me. You raise a glow.