Sunk into the grass Can you try to live the past Like I did Through clear eyelids
Please don't tell us why Your afraid to die You're blinded Too close minded
If you think a lot you don't think a lot You don't think with thoughts, you think with your cock But you're not the type And no your not that bright, you're not in the light, not really
Just think for yourself Maybe get some help It might work on you See what god can do Your stupid enough for therapy to hurt But not enough to make it work
I know you think you tried I know how it feels to die Just try it You're excited The tide of heat and nausea Playback of your trauma My child did She's excited I can hеar you thoughts They're all up in knots And their missing spots You can takе it off But never not the cross You'll never know what you lost You'll never know what you lost Until you lose what you got
Just think to be a man You can't do what you can But you're leaving your land And you're already damned And you look down to see in between your hands Just think to be a man
If you think a lot you don't think a lot You don't think with thoughts, you think with your cock But you're not the type And no your not that bright, you're not in the light, not really
Just think for yourself Maybe get some help It might work on you See what god can do Your stupid enough for therapy to hurt But not enough to make it workTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
