This is called A-Loan. Enjoy. No, the blind cave fish here are fresh Swimming down the streets No, the blind catfish here are the best Swimming with little feet, liar Lay, naked and alone The window sills are made of bone Correct the mistakes you made at home Are you alone? Are you? Yes, my arm are inked as a page is divided Swinging down on the pilgrim’s heads Yes, my barn has been uprooted Swinging down on, the reaper’s dead, higher Stand, bathed in cologne My chivalry is still written in stone Regret the canvas, you are alone Are you alone? Are you…alone? How do I feel? What do I know? You need seeds for your weeds to grow If you want an answer, you better be better than the question What I do is question questions What you do is a message mission What we do is sonic systems The psychotic have a gift in them Silk and lace wind through my hair The battle is won but the war has just begun The hand print that fed you is coming unglued And the fight is slow And the fight is overly gone wrong Katie’s traffic has gone wrong No, you never think at all
Posted on: Sat, 13 Jul 2013 03:29:50 +0000