Everything is so beautiful
Everything is so simple now
The colors weave
Shades of grey
Coldness from inside
We're snowed in
Without a shovel plow
Rhetor
I left my home on the way to Chicago
Somewhere out
When I was young I threw bullets in the fire,
See the bloody faces lifted to the sky
Do you want
Are you serpent or you just danglin on me.
I watch
Blind before my head turned to the ones I love,
Blind,
I rode in a boat With concrete women They like
To obtain the space I need
I lock myself in shelter
I get so nervous when the spirits hide
I can’t wait
Here we stand again
in the year of 1999.
But
Went down to a second hand store
to buy some clothes
We have not traveled very far
We have not traveled very
Hit upon ‘em Joe,
Raise the barn yourself
Hit upon ‘em Joe,
Raise
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