Pink Gallo - Smidley

Come on rise

Backwash blood of Christ

Fake the love for a while

With your senior portrait smile

Cellophane

Touched with MDMA

Every night have a fate

Every word have a braid

And I don’t stop talking out loud

So I melt into the glass tonight

I drown in pink gallo alive

So I wake up in hell

Tortured by midi bells

Screaming from cracked screen cells

Folding on the hand that was dealt

I was embarrassed

I was in bed

Feeling pregnant

Feeling ancient

So I melt into the glass tonight

I drown in pink gallo alive

I melt into the glass tonight

I drown in pink gallo alive

In pink gallo alive

In pink gallo alive

In pink gallo alive

In pink gallo alive