I smell the sound of a growing gash. with pop sensibilities.. k-q-e-d. "it's a tune that equals you.". i feel. hallelujah i fail,. bulemia i'm frail..
Put the needle to the record,. And hit me with your style.. Soon enough I'll learn to unload my mouth.. Can you say it's getting blacker?. The vibe up in this place..
And I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish. Around and about. And I'm scared to go no where. . And I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish. Around and about. Down dime air to fall nowhere.
If it makes you, it takes you I don't want to. If it makes you, scared in the bare anyway. If it makes you, I don't want to see your face when you feel not alive.