The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
The signs say:
He's sketchy (singing all of his sighs)
It seems my pig comrade
Has tripped
Around town
A chattering tone was stacking stones
Building a conversation
The alley said, "fine, I'll take the time"
Stone after stone
He bellowed
Cover was blown
His mind dropped and
Then he stutter stepped
The alley got restless and walked
(Needs a new place)
And while the titans move he'll slither
(Underneath the slip-ups)
Fresh prize at his side
He was itching to
Hide from the
Same old
Files