Sick from Golds by Big Rat Stu
Tracklist
| 2. | Sick | 5:28 |
Lyrics
Man in my brain
Guess he's okay
Hoping Atleast
Broken treaties aren't fun
Just not fair
Surfing Along
The connect of all
whenever I read
never I feel them feeding,
They poisoned my head
want too 1 2
1's me 2's you
odd numbers are weak
fumble and break along
Home sweet home
Cloaking and posing forth
with no reason why
goading for most things yours
with no reason why
I missed the day come visiting,
is it me or is it my qualm
for all theses moments of glee flew by.
My blue birdy.
No Recollections
of anyone, anything, anyway whatever
No Introspections
from anyone, anything, anyway whatever
No interventions
For anyone, anything, anyway whatever
Paper, it beats rock, so it seems
thougth the metal will win
too settle their grins for now
so fucking loud
You and me
Careful, we'll break
Tore it up neat
Saw it coming for once
But who cares?
Man in my brain
Guess he's okay
Hoping atleast
broken treaties aren't fun
