I lost enough of you
The cause was time
Gone not lost
Paths
They
Make my bed a bit early
It is not too late
For
Cuffed to your ankles
It won’t wash off without your own
Face the face of the Mantipede
He will make you see
This cobble stone is now my home
The price of your
Striving for that certain existentialism
Everything within your grasp
You take
driving down the road i hear the radio
and your muffled
"Pat Te Extrañaremos!
Thats right bitch!"
come and grab a drink
raise your
I pass up the blame
Press on to face me
Do it
Face the wall
One by one they all fall down
Fire bathes
We pull up and we're fucked again
These roads are full