Spirit in them boots Gives no reason and no fruits People tend to talk too much I belong at work in them boots as such Time passes by We are alone but we still try I stopped to wonder And I stopped to keep on asking 'why?'
London city London town Will you greet me when I'm around? Trying my best to stay on top I wish it was as easy as bunnies hop London city London town Hope you treat me when I'm around
The blood The tears The forbidden fears The misery of those who count The last moments before the end The memories of those who only tend The last events of men who are gone away I'm sad to wait I'm sad to say People are lost in their own dismay
One time, you write me your rhyme Two times, your lips kiss mine Three times, the world is changing its shine Four times, people dancing in the lines I escape to lonely island Where I am acclaimed Like actors from the movies I am not ashamed Because my nature is sort of tamed
Sober In October I'm ready for a lift Time to snack And make it to the rift Sunsets Bloody sunsets They are the gift Time to wrap it up And drive away with a drift
Child in me Youngster you see People are falling Failing at your calling Set me free Let me be It's all right to weep at night Grace is sunrise And quite moon at nine You'll be fine
Aggravated time and space My mind is blown and so is God's grace Nonsense, a pure calamity. Are you out of mind, Wizards of creation kind? Fuck you. I'm denying the existence of sublime mind God is a mad man so is the human kind.
I can't stomach it anymore I am stuck in here forevermore The gut is not what it used to be, The brain rules the show. If I cut the brain then it's an end of all If I cut the gut, I won't be able to stomach Anything at all. What shall I do? How do I win? Troublesome this whole...