Honorary Title, The
Properly Balanced
Small bolts of blood shoot across the circumference, of his, of his eyes The smells of fish, piss, puke and garbage Sidewalk cooking underneath the sunrise It's getting old now It's getting old now It's getting old Don't call me when you're moods are properly balanced 'cause I was there now for the worst part of it Conjured confidence walks the sidewalk Holding his breath as the garbage truck passes by Letras de cancionesHis breath now breathes unfullfilment Which for a moment he just pushes aside It's getting old now It's getting old now It's getting old Instincts read the buckling seams and stitches over the wealth of, the healthy and the uninterested Don't call me when you're moods are properly balanced 'cause I was there now for the worst part of this (x2) I twitch and cling to these, these images that I foreseen I jump at any noise that the night, the night will brings I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna hear it anymore (x2) Conjured confidence walks the sidewalk Holding its breath as it all passes by You know, as it all passes by I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna hear, it anymore (x2)
From Letras Mania