Bài hát Nexus - Niykee Heaton. Au-automatic weapon. A criminal appetite for affection. I romanticize murder, know you sweating. And I think I got a thing for a felon. Sounds like heaven, what's the
of the light In a spiral never-ending are we drawn towards the source. Spinning at the mercy of an unrelenting force. So we stare into the emptiness and fall beneath the weight. Circling the Nexus
