R. Glamour

Taken all the thoughts we leave behind And met the other sights outside that muddy up the mind But I hate that olde tyme fashion a thousand times Below the art I hear black art cast fears are not sublime ok let's go With those at night Opposed to what I Suppose is right Who knows if not I We chose to fight Alone karate Dem bones break bright Delight the end of the rhyming We only want the future we all know ok I'm f- ready Chant and charm and curse R. Glamour Chant and charm and curse R. Glamour Chant and charm and curse R. Glamour Chant and charm and curse Chant and charm and curse R. Glamour Chant and charm and curse R. Glamour Chant and charm and curse R. Glamour Chant and charm and curse R. Glamour