Fated کے بول

Theres a spaceman, In my basement, There's and IV, Keeping time beside my bed, And a painting, of Jesus wandering, for a dartboard you know he's seen you naked a million times, a million times. I long to be dead, and sleep with the fishes under the sea. they can swim through my head, stop all the traffic jams, stop all the traffic jams, and they'll be no light tonight, if I'm fated. there's a cartoon killer in my living room, cut you open like candy and pull out your little wound. like TV dinners for the third world, amputee dancing girls, you try but you fail cause your bad at life, and good in a vacuum. I long to be dead, and sleep with the fishes under the sea, they can swim through my head, stop all the traffic jams, stop all the traffic jams, and they'll be no light tonight, if I'm fated, if I'm fated, if I'm fated.