Текст песни
The ships long sailed for a quick little script litter picked dribble drips, mindless perspective Next., years of this tunnelling down
hide the inventions and lasso the moon with the wires you re left with
The morgues snatch more of your life than your mind thought live in the first, from the mouth, and tattoo these bars on your face just to prove that you re down with this
Deep in the breathing, from the mouth, the morgues snatch more of your life than your mind thought live in the first
past lives dawn in the flytraps
Speech bubbles bleep bleeping aloud, and in that time i ve done zilch on an album or track that was worth one minute, sediment down the pipes gone
Sediment down the pipes gone, or the cause of your mind s short shortage is prize to a death s door floor
of your time
Or the cause of your mind s short shortage is prize to a death s door floor, and the words get heavier with that
It gets deep when the current surrounds, i ve grown weak from the tunnels i ve found Better., it gets deep when the current surrounds
Deep in the breathing, deep in the breathing
it gets deep when the current surrounds
the morgues snatch more of your life than your mind thought live in the first
Let s try figure this out, from the mouth
One penny of your cash, man made that, mindless perspective
And in that time i ve done zilch on an album or track that was worth one minute, deep in the breathing
or the cause of your mind s short shortage is prize to a death s door floor
Man made that, better luck next life Next., mindless perspective
Man made that, i ve grown weak from the tunnels i ve found
one penny of your cash
caught in a wisecrack synapse touring the ether
Or the cause of your mind s short shortage is prize to a death s door floor, of your time, sediment down the pipes gone
Or the cause of your mind s short shortage is prize to a death s door floor, man made that
Of your time, and tattoo these bars on your face just to prove that you re down with this, evil seems to increase as the grease gets deeper
the ships long sailed for a quick little script litter picked dribble drips
i ve grown weak from the tunnels i ve found
Deep in the breathing, years of this tunnelling down
Past lives dawn in the flytraps, i ve grown weak from the tunnels i ve found, or the cause of your mind s short shortage is prize to a death s door floor
See man makes music, let s try figure this out
Sediment down the pipes gone, the morgues snatch more of your life than your mind thought live in the first, see man makes music
one penny of your cash
See man makes music, better luck next life, deep in the breathing
Deep in the breathing, mindless perspective Luck., sediment down the pipes gone
But i m still here meddling with raps, speech bubbles bleep bleeping aloud, better luck next life
One penny of your cash, why am i sitting here scribbling shit that i m thinking about, speech bubbles bleep bleeping aloud
One penny of your cash, the morgues snatch more of your life than your mind thought live in the first Edward, deep in the breathing
Sediment down the pipes gone, but you ll never get out alive out of sight of land settlements drown the sky, and tattoo these bars on your face just to prove that you re down with this
It gets deep when the current surrounds, better luck next life
Years of this tunnelling down, evil seems to increase as the grease gets deeper
But i m still here meddling with raps, caught in a wisecrack synapse touring the ether
And tattoo these bars on your face just to prove that you re down with this, speech bubbles bleep bleeping aloud
or the cause of your mind s short shortage is prize to a death s door floor
From the mouth, mindless perspective
but i m still here meddling with raps
Of your time, but you ll never get out alive out of sight of land settlements drown the sky Luck., thirteen years of this rhyme pad fraff
one penny of your cash
Mindless perspective, why am i sitting here scribbling shit that i m thinking about
Caught in a wisecrack synapse touring the ether, the ships long sailed for a quick little script litter picked dribble drips
years of this tunnelling down
why am i sitting here scribbling shit that i m thinking about
Past lives dawn in the flytraps, i ve grown weak from the tunnels i ve found
man takes man made maps made lucid
Why am i sitting here scribbling shit that i m thinking about, speech bubbles bleep bleeping aloud
Past lives dawn in the flytraps, let s try figure this out
Why am i sitting here scribbling shit that i m thinking about, man takes man made maps made lucid
deep in the breathing
It gets deep when the current surrounds, thirteen years of this rhyme pad fraff
man takes man made maps made lucid
Past lives dawn in the flytraps, better luck next life
Caught in a wisecrack synapse touring the ether, and in that time i ve done zilch on an album or track that was worth one minute, past lives dawn in the flytraps