Six Hundred Cubic Centimeters Lyrics & Tabs by On Broken Wings

Six Hundred Cubic Centimeters

guitar chords lyrics

On Broken Wings

the sound of a
primate. the offensive
of attempting

to create illusions
with goals of
appearing larger to
an enemy. but can
you dance like indrid cold?
my arm hair stands
on end. i've got
some questions,
and i want them answered.
am i nothing more than an upright ape?
built in defenses,
heartbeat increases

am i nothing more than an upright ape?
built in defenses,
heartbeat increases
an ape with shame,
and an ego to match