Testo di Crash

Here is what I said Made up is his blanket Up above our heads to Satisfy the masses lost This is a present The Gift-wrapped hollow story sent Made in??? The elemental spiritless What have we become? A better fitting graces Makeshift housing a medical nightmare What have they done? A tipping over cowardice Fleeing from the wrong side The body with the hive Crash! No where left to run Wake up never-land A never ending worry Walking hand by hand And overtaken by the sweat What have we become So wrapped up in the blanket's hum What have we become? A better fitting graces Makeshift housing a medical nightmare What have they done A tipping over cowardice Fleeing from the wrong side The body with the hive Crash! No where left to run Note the afterbirths Needles my forgiveness But opium's excesses From sitting on the grasses green Who then holds the gun? Crash! No where left to run