... I warm thrones, all You warm is the loser's chair

I’m king!! Drop to Your hands and knees

and lick dirt from my toes till my toes is clean!

anonymous number, but You know this one,

You press the key, but You’re scared to speak

You can hear a little voice: Mommy it’s me!

the breath is long instead of being so sick, right here

I’ve been some faces to make them trust in me

can You bound my love?