Imael Angel - BAD TIMES

There's a bruise in my lungs; tonsil growing too glocious.
Turn myself from an image; there's one of issues.
Got in deep glaciers, I've been on in my basements.
I got a seal in my faces, love is a can in my basins.
Then I don't mind, don't mind, don't mind.
Why don't I break?
Another broken, another bit.
Some of the bones, some of the bones and bones.
Some of the bones, some of the bones and bones.
Some of the bones, some of the bones and.
Yeah, said I got a seal myself.
Hey, I got a living in self.
Hey, hey, I'm onto now new self.
I live in self, I live in another.
I got a bruise in my bones; there's a bruise in my bones.
Ha, ha, ha, ha.
There's a bruise in my bones; there's a bruise in my bones.