Parchment eyes Digesting time Into ochre soil Th'ethereal coil Tactility lingered In the organs I still hold Interred beside guardians Each word to you a shovel-load
I just had brunch with Christ When I came in from the rain. (He) started workin' at the West Side. Shaved off most of His mane
My most trusted of allies This wretched mind deceiving me Gatekeeper to the Void Unravelled almost completely Medicated but traded it all In this pit I've spent a lifetime. Dope smoke clouds the stench (of piss), Now that I've entered your realm of excess.
He said that God was still alive Inside these sugar cubes. "Go west, my son! It'd help you with the blues."
So it looks as though I'll stick around, Entranced by the sirens. Needle's stuck in a broken groove 'Cause Geneseein' is believin'
I'll be waiting at the cenotaph. You've seen it written on the wall. All those years been climbing forth Just to catch a glimpse...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
