There’s a riot on the ward – I’m leaving Fifty animals escaped their cages I’d be lying if I did no damage My combustion engine hands stroke
Your fishnet, so cavalier, my roundhead, my eyeball
But how many of us make a wave Rifle hard in the canopy tonight It’s the mightiest river I have known Squalor seep from the ghost fellatio
Thought will kill you if it’s left untreated And with that I leave the empty hangar I’d be strung up if you spoke – their batons Incomplete my decibel past
Your district, my red light beams, so minefield, my depth charge
Cos I wanna live without a sound Casting out from the mouth of tireless ink Turn to stone for another uttered drop Fire my synapse with syllable intent
There’s a riot on the ward – I’m leaving And with that I leave the empty hangarTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
