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Lirieke: Smach. Other. Lost My Mind.


I lost my mind cause I?m the one who found
The broken wings with a lot of useless things
I am divided
Burn on the cross of?
Emptiness is cool
To be dumb is beautiful
I had a friend in the past
Now he?s eaten by the floor

I had not knock on the good door
Fuck you I know that I am a fuckin coward
I had not knock on the good door
Fuck you I know that I am a little
Pig wasting his time afraid of his own mind

I know you are waiting for
The day you have to pray
I know you are waiting for?
You?re still wondering
?bout the yestermorrow thing(s)
You?re a pumpkin without butterfly wings
Shot against the wall to ignore the pain
You?re a pumpkin without butterfly wings shot
Against the wall of unconsciousness.
I know you are waiting for
The day you have to pray
I know you are waiting for?
You?re still wondering
?bout yestermorrow thing(s)

Fuck you I know that I am a little
Pig wasting his time afraid of his own mind
I?m sick and terrorized by the people outside.
Smach