Paroles de Toliet

Take for granted ideas slanted, new disease Fisheye goggles blur our channels to appease Mental channels, psychic vandals in disguise Feed the others sweet taste buffers, muffling cries Damn us to ourselves, damn us to ourselves Nowhere to hide our disease Dig a hole to hide from life Damn us to ourselves, damn us to ourselves Desparation gets too easy Dig a hole to die inside Independent but not single makes some sense Vicious cycles chew disciples, recompense