Κυριακή 21 Αυγούστου 2011

a box full of spoons

i just had a potato fighting, it was just too hot.
knowing that I can't be perfect, escaped the maze
you got me in the lines while you got my printer
nevertheless I took my ticket from the stairs
help them dig their skin
i've got a box full of spoons

erasing the memories
you've been stoned to death
late in the afternoon
rockin' some ass
i saw the time on the ceiling
can't feel my legs from the kneeling

I've run away for miles and davis
the sun was rasing over 15 minutes
he came back, he came back, I am he
network split and the scrap was saved at 1 am
take away the laser, my eyes are bleeding life
can't escape and can't locate myself in time
I had been lookin' for my ass in sand
the sands of time ticked tacked tocked for all the night

three six seven this war is mine
and I don't mind if I have been there
you must relocate that box where it was
the tubes are empty and city sleeps
my ears are hungry bring me some of this

slept tonight in my garage
my hands were shaking
and you know what
I got my meal before the seal
I got the papers in my ass
you had to ask me where they were
I'd talk you like hell

green with crystals smells in distance
you got it that for me
it was that hot that sweat was 'lot
I made it all wet
it feels like livin in a submarine
..my walls are grey.

get me out of here
feeling your presence near
can't stand the fear
a mind joke that made it clear

and in the dish there are some fungus
they taste good
they really do, so

laboured breathing sealed the evening
nothing is that bad when being mad
taste yourself and spit the fingers
they suck

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