Monoral Weird Kind Of Swings
If all my makeup
And all that comes with it was washed away
And now I fear these weird kind of swings
If all that you´re made of
And all that goes with it keeps reminding me
Annoying me...
I´m afraid of the words that slaps again
Waiting for the pain
No really I´m off the frame
I´m aware and heading there again
Of course we got plans
I´ll kick ass all the same
Well I could´ve been in these weird kind of swings
Why all the fuse?
It wears me out of luck
Lighting up my seeds
Where should I lounge?
The choice is yours
Am I too close?
Count me in your feast
I´m afraid of the words that slaps again
Waiting for the pain
No really I´m off the frame
I´m aware and heading there again
Of course we got plans
I´ll kick ass all the same
Well I could´ve been...
