Scalpel peel that pout off your face Inhale funny fumes and back to rat race There’s no sorrow, only happy thoughts Obscure your vision, let the cynical rot
Somebody put something in my drink And it’s affecting the way that I think Pretty patterns, involuntary laughter Let their chroloform cure your mood swings
Tinseltowns serving candy substances Depression becomes series of trances Scalpel peel that pout off your face ‘Cause world's nothing but a fucking pretty placeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
