This is a song about "Aero"

So this is where you get beat, and your begging for meat, thirstier then a dumb bitch in heat.

Swear to god that i can solve them without involving revolving michael or amit

Like a personal surgeon, searching for tumors emergin' in urchins

Memories revolving around my circles,

The world stops revolving the gravity is high

Some days he just wishes he could die