Jon Langford
Lyric
I said yes I said no I said ask againThey've caled a snap last judgementThe length of this room was impossible to asessStrange attractors, letters of the alphabetI was shaking like a fruit treeCasting apples to the groundWhere do murderers go man?Who's to doom when the judge is up for trial?I drunk and drugged myself in the taverns and the alleysI don't know what I have inside me something wants to come outI absolutely had to leave I was sick of violent scenesThey don't mean a fucking thing to meFlowers of flesh in starry fields uncurled strectched out aloneI'll take the smell of your skion back to my roomWhere do murderers go man?Who's to doom when the judge is up for trial?I cannot tell a lieI canot tell the truthAbove this town, above the clouds and seasBeyond the sun, past the ether, past the frontiers of the starry skiesMy mind flies far away through the limpid realms of spaceEqually insensitive to the suffering of human kindThe infinite expansion of infinite thingsContinous luminous, serene, through the dark tedium of a million nights
From Letras Mania