Everywhere

Just no fucking respite for us here

Dream theatre

And this day

No matter what all who fills baskets

Or who's just there

The whole earth shudders



And this day

Seen from the bottom glass phut cig

Everywhere

Just no fucking respite for us here

Jim kidder

And this day

The old feelings came back

The surroundings were screaming on the road

And you even mistrust your own feelings

And this day

The old feelings came back

You show me the bloody poor bores

The surroundings were screaming on the roads

So you even mistrust your own feelings

A big basket full s-pub s-mart

And this day

The old feelings came back

Everywhere just no fucking respite for us here

Jim kidder

A big basket full s-pub s-mart

A zero in the ss school bus lacks wages

Poetic justice

And this day

The old feelings came back

The surroundings were screaming on the roads

So you even mistrust your own feelings

And this day

As seen from a glass bottom phut cig

Everywhere

Just no fucking respite for us here

Jim kidder

Who are the translators?

In a bl glandule area

And though the blades make presence felt

Like us football players

And this day

It will soon heal up

Everywhere

The surroundings were screaming on the roads

But i'll even blow my nose on last pound note

And this day

The old feelings came back

The surroundings were screaming on the roads

So you even mistrust your own feelings

Even god pays here

You can go all around holland

Holland europe

Youth continent

But it will soon come back

And this day

It will soon heal up

The surroundings were screaming on the roads

So you even mistrust your own feelings

And this day

I am right here

The fear and the awe

Medical thingy

And this day

Everywhere just

No fucking respite for us here

Jim kidder

Everywhere

Just no fucking respite for us here

Jim kidder

And this day

Who are the translators?

Everywhere

Just no fucking respite for us here

Guaranteed by god

Rosso rosso

And this day

The old feelings came back

Everywhere

And this day



Who are the translators? who are the empirical leeches?

Who

Who

Classical

Smart organic brain bank

Multiplexes

Who are the transistors?

Who are the numerical leeches?

Brain bank

It's clear when every lie disturbs

Makes you jump

Everywhere

Just no fucking respite

Us here jim kidder

Your friends are dust

They're in bits

They're dust

Dusty friends

I cannot account

For this village

Turned me into a nigger

Space dusty clock drove me

To this village




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