This one's for you Brystal, I woke this morning with a spade in my woman Seeing people lying dying in the buses Hair blue and lights electric yellow at the end of the day Poles everywhere stones on the floor Danger looking in the pack saw nothing inside Fear running slowly in the overcrowded teeth Far away a bunch of imbeciles yelling to the deep casket A comic stabbed in the back litter covering the pattern Bullets flying around me unknowing where they wound The foundations of crumbling houses made of blood red fire Strangers crawling on ceilings believers swimming in gutters I wonder why the bodyguard don’t respond to my anger Chorus Tired and gruesome explorations and I don’t know why Empty choppers and pockets with no money to varnish Surprised I am still alive surprised I’m recommending you And everywhere the reporters speaking of this crazy minds
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This one's for you Brystal, I woke this morning with a spade in my woman Seeing people lying dying in the buses Hair blue and lights electric yellow at the end of the day Poles everywhere stones on the floor Danger looking in the pack saw nothing inside Fear running slowly in the overcrowded teeth Far away a bunch of imbeciles yelling to the deep casket A comic stabbed in the back litter covering the pattern Bullets flying around me unknowing where they wound The foundations of crumbling houses made of blood red fire Strangers crawling on ceilings believers swimming in gutters I wonder why the bodyguard don’t respond to my anger Chorus Tired and gruesome explorations and I don’t know why Empty choppers and pockets with no money to varnish Surprised I am still alive surprised I’m recommending you And everywhere the reporters speaking of this crazy minds
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