on the third moon of Platus Disaster strikes and all is lost! Hold on to a fistful of bullets Help me load my mind Deep down in a well of awareness Enlightened by the sign Stroll into a room full of elephants trunks ready for lines so long Bathroom is a maze for my matter Reptile writes my song Roast mutton! Black Lord! Strong tongue on the third moon of Platus Disaster strikes and all is lost! Woke up in a room full of anthills They crawl up my mind Bites cover my sixtieth brain stem Queen starts to unwind Drones walk in formation tunnel deep down in the depth of my ego Language escapes me I hold the hand of my ant friend and we go Proglutten! Glastord! Strong tongue on the third moon of Platus Disaster strikes and all is lost!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
