I have no fingertips They were burned away from too many stove trips Can't find no fingernails I ate them off cause I was hungry as hell Can't read, can't clear my mind So here I go I've got to get into this lifetime I think I'm gonna build a fence To keep inside what little sense The sense of taste The sense of smell The sense to sit here and feel like hell To feel like hell
The sun, the moon, the stars Is that what you're thinking that you are As I'll disintegrate over time If I expect my Body to try and keep up with my mind Today everything's mine Today everything's mine Today everything's mineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
