I know you follow the very slow movement I felt sometimes
When grow up this spike I tried to throw out of my heart… I try to throw …
on a slow dance time… slow down… slow down…
it fucks you down…
all this tensions cumulated by loss
Try to hold on thieves and liars on a cross
on a drive around the worst fears
my brain won’t become a whore
I can pay for a ride
Tired /you need more time for these spikes
Thoughts /it showes you the taste of brained maniacs
But it distorded minds
On a drive around the worst fears
I won’t become a whore
I can pay for a ride
I can pay for a ride
On this driven bullshit
I can hear your voices
Can hear the devolution growin’
I won’t hear this destruction come in
But it’s crawlin’ inside,
and I try, try to channel all these awful tenses
awful tenses…
I can follow this river of blood slowly progress to the stairs,
I can see the doors large opened to the sun,
I can contemplate that garden that seems to enter in my church.
All is quiet now, the battle is momentaly over…
The cold blood inside , the way out to trashes
These human spirit and soul deseases,
These disfunctional circumstances determinating ours senses…
And now I talk to a mechanic
And now you talk to a mechanic
It added crazy tracks and tricks to our souls and spirits
It seems that the heads on the floor all get my face yet
And I don’t want to see there again
In this slowdown natura
You’re so pure… so pure…
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