Purple Chukz Lyrics

Homily from them spliced in a jar
Glass reflection poised for sleep
Charcoal terrain stuttering speak
So enticing there it's
Grind daily bread
Colliding wild blue yonder
Embarrassing
Clouded gloomy beloved
Prosthetic nerve ravishing lens
Worried darts reopen sores
Young Love
Never found me
Dead moral skin
At least I'm honest about it
Vanity
At least I'm good at what I do