Torncoat Lonely Coat Côte-d'Or Only Coat

Drinking ourselves into the hole like a warm blanket We dropped how much? Torn up stomach torn up not to mention throat sore hoarse Look 'em in the face can't help can't stop but mostly just can't you ever heard of shame son let me tell you sir can't live with it can't live with anyone can't shouldn't why live? Can't help but. But we all knew that. But all we always knew that and always and then some. We bone eater Sunday folk messed up a mess we water sick lost & sad broken out plastic waste stuck inside shrinker and shrinker inside deeper coats and warmer and warmer like never ending inside deeper and deeper blankets drinking warm.