Smokesuit L.o.u.d.a
Gaze at our withering shores of our oceans of gore
with a smile upon your face
Taste what a gasoline breeze blew along with an ease
never sought at before... It just blew on...
Are you missing out
on that final wave
That can carry on
and lead you
into your grave?
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Its not your time yet,
this will just end in regret
climb up on the plateaus of hope, fill yourself up with
dope
and never come crashing down in agony
play, let your inner child play
let it speak up and say
it wasn't wrong
to get away... to get away
Are you missing out
on that final wave
That can carry on
and lead you
into your grave?
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Its not your time yet,
this will just end in regret
Are you missing out
on that final wave
That can carry on
and lead you
into your grave?
Ooh-ooh-ooh
keep on pushing through
the utopia's in you
you just need to get it through your head
you are alive until you are dead
