Shoka is a young woman with pale skin. She has long straight black hair that reaches her waist and gray droopy eyes. She appears to have some darkness around her eyes giving her a tired look.
@@unfastream You're shaking the hands of every stranger around You're bruised in the head, go ahead and hide it with your crown You're blaming the ones who fought, now buried underground You're living off what you see in the lost and found Building a bridge Without a single glitch You're in need of a stitch From trying to kill the itch It's not about your drop of honey We're craving for what's burning inside It's not about your blood-filled money We're the sound of what's been boiling inside You wake to see if your own head's still in place You're caught up with numbers running like rats in a race You're faking the figures just to fit into the frame Oh just like a stranger to yourself what's there to claim? Building a bridge Without a single glitch You're in need of a stitch From trying to kill the itch It's not about your drop of honey We're screaming for what's burning inside It's not about your blood-filled money We're the sound of what's been crawling inside Building a bridge Without a single glitch You're in need of a stitch From trying to kill the itch It's not like I need you to hear me We're craving for what's burning inside It's not like I need you to find me We're the sound of what's been crawling inside It's not about your drop of honey We're screaming for what's burning inside It's not about your blood-filled money We're the sound of what's been crawling inside
Its so sad that filthy frank died of ligma
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Shoka is a young woman with pale skin. She has long straight black hair that reaches her waist and gray droopy eyes. She appears to have some darkness around her eyes giving her a tired look.
shoka is mentioned in the videos, you can keep your urethras for now
@@unfastream You're shaking the hands of every stranger around
You're bruised in the head, go ahead and hide it with your crown
You're blaming the ones who fought, now buried underground
You're living off what you see in the lost and found
Building a bridge
Without a single glitch
You're in need of a stitch
From trying to kill the itch
It's not about your drop of honey
We're craving for what's burning inside
It's not about your blood-filled money
We're the sound of what's been boiling inside
You wake to see if your own head's still in place
You're caught up with numbers running like rats in a race
You're faking the figures just to fit into the frame
Oh just like a stranger to yourself what's there to claim?
Building a bridge
Without a single glitch
You're in need of a stitch
From trying to kill the itch
It's not about your drop of honey
We're screaming for what's burning inside
It's not about your blood-filled money
We're the sound of what's been crawling inside
Building a bridge
Without a single glitch
You're in need of a stitch
From trying to kill the itch
It's not like I need you to hear me
We're craving for what's burning inside
It's not like I need you to find me
We're the sound of what's been crawling inside
It's not about your drop of honey
We're screaming for what's burning inside
It's not about your blood-filled money
We're the sound of what's been crawling inside