歌词
Crowded mind working overtime in a shrinking stinking home a
Presence arrives just out of sight
Hides in the maze collects all mistakes
White noise withering ****s of deeds
Worshipping with filth in the temple of guilt
Filing its womb with pleasure and doom
Monstrous urban paranoia sweeping over my mine-field mind
Trigging random horrors cause and effect is a bittersweet sect
And I am priest of loons and carrier of wounds a battle fatigued
Random seed
Placed on this earth and up from birth
Who gives a flying **** anyway
In a room without view I cold-sweat and drew
My theories of everything and anything would do
Reading the mind of mankind's deamon
Pushing the line forward all the time
A deep-space satellite on light-speed depressed
Torn and obsessed by a lifetime of jests
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