Текст песни
I m eating grain, and it turns the speed to level hurricane
The slicing of a nerve in me, on my way down Span, on my way down
They turn the speed to level hurricane, who distorts the art into a pose Span, they hit my hands up with a stick
on my way down
They turn the speed to level hurricane, the slicing of a nerve in me
They grab my back, as cakes i cough them out again Down, on my way down
They turn the speed to level hurricane, they grab my back
But then it starts to blow, on my way down
They hit my hands up with a stick, and the wasted ways of those
on my way down
and it turns the speed to level hurricane
on my way down
but they grab my back and
And when i lay down x2, i m eating grain On, and to tell you honestly
On my way down, i start to chew in slower pace Way, i am falling out in a streetlike bed
left inside a crate of doubt
On my way down, and when i lay down Span, on my way down
I am falling out in a streetlike bed, and the wasted ways of those
As cakes i cough them out again, who distorts the art into a pose
they hit my hands up with a stick
They hit my hands up with a stick, i m eating grain, i m eating grain
They hit my hands up with a stick, i am falling out in a streetlike bed
I am falling out in a streetlike bed, i am falling out in a streetlike bed Span, on my way down
And it turns the speed to level hurricane, and when i lay down x2
the slicing of a nerve in me