A coarse exhalation of lungs that pray for pity My two fingers punching the keys diligently Trembling ground pushed my glass off the table Spilling the blood of the son of your idol If it were not for the extensive bug collection I would know not what Ive found This world would still be flat Mary would be a virgin And I would still be sleeping sound If every word is a dead symbol empowered by the carriers expression I'll bury my instrument citing this incident I'm a flickering bulb that keeps blaming the filament The most honest telling of this boyish fable Is that on level ground I'm never feeling stable Ive got to try to outlast this candle Or trust department to fight the inferno If it were not for this extensive bug collection I would know not what I've found This world would still be flat Mary would be a virgin And I would still be sleeping sound Its an endless quest to maintain When no one is ever right And out of the fertile plains We bathe in the fractured rays of Sun sunlight sun sunlight And if it were not for this extensive bug collection I would know not what I've found This world would still be flat And Mary would still be a virgin I would still be sleeping sound
They say this country was based Hard work and integrity And whats been done That’s a lie It was built on murder man Mayhem Slavery Oppression Lies Stealing And tyranny As a baselineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
