Tanks of Flies
Lyrics
I had the verbal touch The silver sliver of nexus Carved from the bloody water First-poured Form [drowning] Pulling down the moons and suns From the thighs of the queen Of grace and grinding The bump, the bribe, the breasts Made me slyly arise In [clouds] of candy
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 03:18
- Key
- 7
- Tempo
- 134 BPM