Killing your body for an "hello...! how are you sugar?" and selling your own guts for that smile. But, also, sometimes you get nothing and you're not the illegitimate...! Oh hell! Hang on the hangover, stand still and keep runnig your thoughts.
Illegitimate thoughts, slow motion speakers, whores, cigars, whisky and beer,
hands full of nothing and a sad feeling of being that killed king of deceit.
Let another day run and end the same special way it ends every time no one's around:
cold and iced thoughts
gone low as you can go
making gods of nothing
believing in CO2 rising tax till the CH4 clean all your mind.
No time for the S take care of you, you're already illegitimatly death.
This are the days of blackburned things, :)
"Time is gonna wash away all pain (...) NowI sleep in anarchy"kmfdm_lyrics
hands full of nothing and a sad feeling of being that killed king of deceit.
Let another day run and end the same special way it ends every time no one's around:
cold and iced thoughts
gone low as you can go
making gods of nothing
believing in CO2 rising tax till the CH4 clean all your mind.
No time for the S take care of you, you're already illegitimatly death.
This are the days of blackburned things, :)
"Time is gonna wash away all pain (...) NowI sleep in anarchy"kmfdm_lyrics
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weak feelings and quiet thoughts...
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