How the mind does shout for rest When the bodies shaken, yeah Oh the tightness in my chest Still your leaves I'm raking
Lord is this a test Was it fun creating, yeah? My god's a little sick And he wants me crazy
Who Are you Who can say It's ok to live through me?
Live to be Part of me You're a wrinkled magazine Yeah
Was it something that I said? Was it how they're breaking, yeah I'm so selfish, paying your rent While your blood I'm taking
You Spend me Like a tree Dirty dollar bills for leaves Dark in a sea Of my seeds And the tears on which you feed
You feed
The body is a temple A dormant alter To where infantile men lie around Itching and nibbling For a small piece of sanity Of which you can not give
Shit!
Individuality Buying pennies with my soul And a little Heaven spent While the Hell I'm taking
Thieves Parasites Hide from life You know they'll remember me
They are abhored In self-worth All that matters much to meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
