20 Rop 2-ปั่น ไพบูลย์เกียรติ

Can you lick my wounds please? Can you make it numb? And kill the pain like Cortizone And grant me intimacy How'll we split your chromosomes? Yea, more sweet narcossis Yea, more sweet narcossis (I'll turn a stone, I'll find you) Yeah more sweet narcossis (I'll turn a stone, I'll find you) I turn a stone I'll find you there Into reflected light I'll stare You blind me with flash bulbs And puzzle me with syllables (Back to sleep) Yea, more sweet narcossis (I'll turn a stone, I'll find you) Yea, more sweet narcossis (I'll turn a stone, I'll find you) Yeah, more sweet narcossis (I'll turn a stone, I'll find you) My head's between my knees again Got a needle set to zero And you can shoot me hurricanes Don't spare me the details Yea, more sweet narcossis (I'll turn a stone I'll find you) Yea, more sweet narcossis (I'll turn a stone I'll find you) Yea, more sweet narcossis More sweet More sweet (Iconography) You look great, in bloodstains (F**ks with me)