Sort of out of sorts Are these shorts too short None of my clothes are fitting Stop resisting my instance That nonexistence is what I'm missing Weighed down by the water in the heavy metals Unlivable vessels Pol Pot pointing fingers Calling the cauldron a kettle
No hunts, we want over abundance The imagery that won us over Is now disturbing and redundant
Non-violent Hyper political Frozen stiff in this humidity Artificial stupidity Aligned with the wicked Spreading to the new host Keeping them addicted Don't awaken the monster Who disturbed my slumber I was enjoying the coma Put me back under I was enjoying the coma Put me back under
Criticism too cryptic to deconstruct Topological skeleton Pointing me in the wrong direction Opposite the aneurism Calm down your mannerisms Dial them back till your locked-in syndrome Reverts to a cataclysm
Step on the scale And disagree with what you see Unless it offers an apologyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
