hit_concrete:
towns pieces
hit_concrete:
greeting the ground
hit_concrete:
this is a new era
hit_concrete:
quit your day job
hit_concrete:
anon
hit_concrete:
replenish
hit_concrete:
breathing
hit_concrete:
stonehenge?
hit_concrete:
Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall
hit_concrete:
escape
hit_concrete:
let us pray
hit_concrete:
Whatever you want.
hit_concrete:
Manufactured Landscape, Manufactured Soul
hit_concrete:
Imagine It
hit_concrete:
I want a perfect soul
hit_concrete:
Thought Police