To a man with broken bones To your saliva whom traffic comes Don?t need your tasteless way Won?t feel your faceless maze To see me through See me through
Cars on stilts on the road And we pick out the best bits from the holes And stand in line and wait for our time And our engines run on a dime Like a
Don't forget, that you are our son. Now go back to bed. We just know that you'll do well You won't come to harm. Death to all who stand in your way
Black or white it seems the answer is cut and clear to you This misconception of what you want and what it takes to feel free This kind of shit will
She ran into the wall so sweet and unknown a worn comatose after six milograms we're talking again who would know sweet and so low who would
: Don't forget, that you are our son. Now go back to bed. We just know that you'll do well You won't come to harm. Death to all who stand in your way