Her eyes were black and white and blue I listen to your favorite songs backwards Do you have a plan for who to surrender to? I've been training for you…
It won't stop now
Imprisoned us in a song Asleep in the dead of wrong No return beyond this point In theory
Will you drift into that dark war-path, When the blood runs down their face sideways? As the party stays in the city forever, it seems Like ugly hippy neon art
We let the schoolboys in your eyes run out When you asked me to blow smoke in your mouth Like anybody the gloves I find I try Can you think back to that time?
I was so angry I got up and out of bed I spent 25 minutes reading what you said A face I know so well, I've memorized your teeth I've worked so hard I haven't looked at you in weeks
Will you solve your problems in the day-light? They like to change the rules as they go By chapter 2 he got killed by the author Momma won't let me out
Take me in your android arms mom-Jeanette Made up of every lonely person you've met Of every pretty stranger you'll never regret --- I can't help it, it's not my fault, gotta be possessive Each man for his own, arm in arm in arms
Imprisoned us in a song Asleep in the dead of wrong Motha-f. Don't page me tonite Don't stop, react, attack.
"When man has conquered the earth he will have destroyed himself His appetite will devour the earth and leave behind only a desert The end of living & the beginning of surviving, Our land, our brother we treat like an enemy But "when man has conquered the earth he will have destroyed himself The end of living & the beginning of surviving…"
Our land is a brother we treat like an enemy - oh oh Cause nothing exists except molecules and empty space - oh oh
The moon is cracked I think it looked at me and grinned The room is packed I look around and now it spins Cyborg, I need to sit down, I need to shut up Universe everything's wrong, I think I fucked up
Only trust myself Level with myself Level with myself I am not myselfTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
