packt blue tie chokes şarkı sözleri
Her drones write
Stanzas in honey
Crushed into a paste
To satisfy taste
His blue tie chokes
On his every stain
Straining his life
On through the drain
A space so filled
To the brim
Taking some chances
On a whim
It may be right
In its win
But may be wrong
In the end
Scarab
