It's 3:18, Pukul 3.18Mouth tastes like the corpse of every pregnant teen,Mulut rasanya seperti mayat remaja yang sedang hamilThe minutes are hours, the hours are daysSemenit serasa satu jam, satu jam serasa sehariI feel infected by your presence, you speak in toungesAku merasa tertular oleh kehadiranmu, kau bicara dengan lidahmuI smell the lies dancing on your blackened lungs,Kubaui dusta
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