Mi-sex
Stills
In the end there was nothing to speak of,Gravity was crushing both heart and mind,Tales of the future just couldn't lastSilver suits flashing their metal cast,It's all so casperian, friendly but evil,Everybody's frightened, they just don't understandThe meaning of all these shaking handsInnuendo, power of your mind.Still people can be caused to stirBut not b y themselves,No, not by themselves -Stills!Printing black on whiteStills!Freezing formless mindsStills!Spending time in voidsStills!Not making any noise.The days are passing, the nights they're all goneLife is everlasting dear John,Next stop paradise, on station number nineSmoking their cigarettes, and drinking their wineThey all sleep so peaceful in their suburban tiesLetras de cancionesThey all work during the day using telephone linesAnd the population is on the increase in its very own way.Mum, dad and the children they go drivingI know you've seen them every Sunday morning thereThey do the same tour they have done for nearly two thousand yearsThe lide to my life is off -There's sanskrit, prose, italic and printThe words appeared upon the wallA message laid both bold and yet so small.
From Letras Mania