Paroles de Reciclo

Losing his mind In his memories He's going down He's going down He see the Sun Shining on skin He's going down He's going down And he smoke the seed That fell from his eyes And in his lungs were born flowers And he screamd, and he cried And he danced in the light And he spell the words of truth And the roots grow in his shoes He's going down He's going down And he smoke the seed That fell from his eyes And in his lungs were born flowers