Tricked into some fodder about this oasis This conversation of new beginning Having enlightening talks over common interests
Chained together to push onto the celebrated platform Chained together, chained forever Chained together to push onto the celebrated platform tonight
I’ve boarded myself inside I’ve refused to exit There is no ocean for me There is no glamour Only the mirage of water ascending from the asphalt I gaze at it from the oven of my home
Confined to a house that never remains clean To a bed where the ill never get well I cough ceaselessly into the night
The remainder of my humanity is drifting spit through the cold
Sitting quietly in scorching reimagined suburbiaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
