He says he's a nihilist quaking on a mound of slaughtered kings Sniffing on solvents, solving solutions of what the future brings
A royalist and a drug user walk into a bar Both buy their captors drinks accusing the other's gone too far
Uh huh
Just give them enough, rope, just give them enough rope How can I feel myself, when I can't even feel my face?
I've got more stories to tell but I can't remember time nor place
Just wash your hands and teach your hostage how to keep them clean Just watch your neck and cut the nonsense with Hume's guillotine
He says he's a pacifist, quaking on a pile of collected things Tearing at his infant lungs whilst the vapour choir sings
He danced with chaos, lost his feet because chaos chews his youth Just suck the marrow boy don't bite off what you can't chew
Just give them enough rope just give them enough rope How can I feel myself when I can't even feel my face?
I've got more stories to tell but I can't remember time nor place
Let's see how the vapour choir sing Just don't just don'tTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
