Тексты песен «Sattori»

The only thing holding me back is the paste (is the paste) is the paste of the past Get your mind out from under the cushions of the sofa, son Peel away this gentleman's paint And I'll sand off the undercoat stains...

Walking alonethis wayso familiarThis is.this is lunacy My vitals, I feed them more of that drug cocktail they adore And maybethis is what I need Cough weezy You feel suspicious and it shows Unnerving to be at home a...

Jumper, tough luck, what is the point? Fame, fortune, infinite portions, all emotional junk Such self-centered people we all love to whine Who doesn't crave attention when you've got something to hide Maybe I'll tell...

Sleep like a jail house tease The body opens up to breathto suck air Floats in a pool facing an Astral plane(feels like bile and spit)The body opens up againto suck air Holdhold that thought The body's praying for some...

The difference of two bias, comes to a head Raised voices, from talking (faces), means justifies the end Fuck rational when you've got volume Fuck tact fuck blind finesse I'll quote book for verse, you'll eat those...

The other ones, they're calling again A red line, special and lonely But on a deadline I can't hesitate Three points, one center Which is dead and which now grows On call who leads, yearn, plead, implore (and pray for)...

Between the mouth and the glass I wonderstutter to myselfsquint as I go cold all overshakingtalking to the self What's she say? "You're wide awake." Clarityit's not working Sleep washes over as more bleached...

Now that we're all here there's something that we need to air You're tense their faces. Vacant, but they smile sincere (Your) mother reaches lurches but she vomits dry We love you son it's a shame that now you have to...