Paroles de Wire

I'm locked inside my body now way no escape I cannot explain wash away the dialect send me a paragraph a syllable of what meant I dont't want to talk about it I don't want to translate my body is a transplant a weed on foreign soil radio broadcast pollen fall out you do not exist you do not exist this image I imagined I project can see your race looking into outer space tilting off its axis stories in orbit you do not exist you do not exist burn away appetite and leave me some desire this is a photograph looking into crippled smile here's another day was wasted waiting for proof that you existed