Letra de Pilars Of Tomorrow, Piles Of Yesterday

Wheelchair drawn chariot Marking time near the sun Earthworms laughter Under wood I carve fingers on.. Kicking back with the shakes Face down in the snow Insane from drinking Wash my hands off you Like a whore in a candy store Touch whatever's within reach Six times more filling than you rmouth of rotten teeth Find myself cheering for your abuse Like I'm ringside behind close doors With a press hat and cigarette Boys run from the cockeyed girl Held down by your dreams Delusions of self sufficiency I've seen what's wrong with you You're a fuckin' junkie with a record for christsakes Nobody wants a crackwhore dipping her cock soaked hand in the till Thought nobody would notice, didn't you? Well I fucking did..