I Wish I Had Tears Even With No Flavour Evenwithoutanysmell I'd Like Wrinkles To Admire Like Furrows Of Life In The Moment It Dies A Fat Taste Of Sweat And Blood A Mouth Full Of Pieces Of Heart To Learn The Bitter Price Of What It Takes To Build A Man A Young Fool With A Blasted Mind
Just Too Scared To Find What Can Burn My Eyes A Suitcase At The Station A Worn-Out Hinge To The Handle They Are Unique Images Of Escape And Regret I Wish I Had Colours That Shine, Grey, Black And White To Share Glitter And Gold The Face Of A Man Feeling The Thrill To Love, To Sin, To Fall, To Bleed, To Cry For Help, To Be Broken Then Repaired In The Heat Of A Sheltered Life
A Suitcase At The Station, A Worn-Out Hinge To The Handle They Are Unique Images Of Escape And Regret Left In A Swirling Circle, Towards A Lost Direction To Learn The Price Of What It Takes To Build A Man No Real Distinction – Overdosed With Illusions Yelling At The Mirror - Lust For Rebellion Conformism - To Fill My Days “I Saw The Best Minds Of My Generation Destroyed By Madness Starving Hysterical Naked Dragging Themselves Though The Negro Streets At Dawn Looking For An Angry Fix Angel-Headed Hipsters Burning For The Ancient Heavenly Connection To The Starry Dynamo In The Machinery Of The Night....”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
