Lirieke: Planes Mistaken For Stars. Up In Them Guts. To All Mothers.
my mother bleeds history, my brothers bleed history
they say the eyes, they say it all
there's ghosts in here
and oh, they will beat you
and oh, they'll teach you
they'll teach you if you let them
Planes Mistaken For Stars
Up In Them Guts
Planes Mistaken For Stars
Gewilde versoeke