Lash Out To Follow Ones Shadow
Across the lines On the cities careless lips It is my time To sense the times Drink classroom milk Smell the spirit of shopping streets Live sixth day paradise Visit my disguise Stripped Unreal Across the tracks Head to tense steel Cracked by corrosion The car caught the future plan Dressed in cheap juvelry Waiting to get cut in three Head kicked between players The steps will stay Landscapes changed With pornography I'm sold at the streets For what I've got Coughing moral blood Sweating out the compassion In panic regret I refine my excrement A house is built A round my crucifiction It has doors at both ends To let the dead through I lay in the basement Bathing in my new blood Forcefed on classic peotry And trivialistic thrills A midsommer day The family gathers To enjoy the pain And to exterminate all escapes The distance is never too big To lifes frame Your freedom is your remote control The last nail in the coffin Fits me well It fits me well Society
