歌词
作词 : Chaos The Masturb8tor
作曲 : Evil Needle
like Tagore writing stray birds
lieing on a slow train got no papers
fire burns every piece of leaves
what i see have been through my mind like
a smile on your cheek
tryin not to sayin please to the ****in rich
now we burnin G's with no brother bleed
swing like a wine biber
my waggling got no help on my sickness
but pushin it to another point
much more higher
boards' grains under the sunlight travel
it feels soft and plump
soft of grunge playing down by morroco
sound of ragtime is fading away out of the era
it likes a delicate oriental cant hold up the west truck
drug-taste woman waiting for me to reconnect
a treat or lie
but time is like gold to me and it don pay for that
I open my eye scannin everybody on the street
the answer i got returnnin **** it
no charge for free.
i take a deep breath and keep walkin
you see im free in the city no forcing
but i soon get boring in next days
cuz i found people communicate with each
others, more like a test way
we are not in a science room I mean
the fragile glass rope between us
should be substitute with a tight link.
I see wind flow by then shut me up with an error
cyber shit block the real world push people to battle
culture's gone art's gone island's gone
god didnt bring us the sword of damocles this time but we build ourselves a heart of guns
that's fun, ain't it
i saw my body gets ten feet
holdin a mic to spread the love but nobody concerinin me
which is stronger
be tender or sayin trash word
i cant distinguish it now
because both of them can't
help you wake up.
sometime we knock on one's door just for fun
not ready to share the key of understand
easy come and go is a truth for us
but it really cause a problem to the one
just like in the nature
you know its the same way
birds choose to linger on a tree to stay
a tree dont run away to chase for another date
its a life pay
sunset pouring with the trumpet remind me of
those good old days
pedestrian bench
bachelor lame his right leg
a candy man from mississippi
playin banjo in khaki
corner store seller kickin him out
he patted the sand on his body
said he got brothers down by new orleans town
got brothers right down by new orleans town