Paroles de Blue Serge

Worn out gone ocean calmly lowers bodies offering Whims condition as night falls Spills disease mental sores Mine exploding you fucking liar Lines form short mans views Cassandra's curse prophets eyes Sees the truth they perceive as lies This controls my mind After supper o much fatter How to reconcile this matter Lies disfigured one on top no distinction soaking sing A screaming phrased in ill contempt Not worth it This controls my mind So whose resolve cant stop them now Raving mad so very small Kisses dust storm wave good-bye Have no need to scrape so high