Violenci or violencium
Songs are made and sung and hung
If singing is a microchip
The trees in the skies are ashes
Breathe fast when you think about it
Breathe like the trees bleed green
The room started walking weird
The room began movement fluid
If singing is a microchip
The trees in the skies are ashes
Breathe fast when you think about it
Breathe like the trees bleed green
The room started walking weird
The room began movement fluid
Breathe fast when you think about it
Breathe like the trees bleed green
The room started walking weird
The room began movement fluid
Writer(s): Timothy John Kinsella, Robert Peter Burg
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