| Jonah |
|---|
| Beneath myself, how holiday’s go |
| This borne child with stupendous host |
| They told me so |
| I thought you should know |
| A face of flies |
| The hands of murder collide |
| Your mom ain’t home |
| I’m gonna catch you alone |
| Needles slide to the dropping slope |
| And infant with twin talents |
| They told me so |
| I thought you should know |
| A face of flies |
| The hands of murder collide |
| Your mom ain’t home |
| I’m gonna catch you alone |
