Motorpsycho
The Nerve Tattoo
It's just an itch beneath the skin
I can't get it out or seal it in
I can't dislodge the need to scratch it
screaming from it's root it's an echo inside my head
a need to say what can't be said
it's the nerve tattoo,
such a bad rash spiteful and divine
but thats OK
It doesn't matter anyway
it's still those with the least to say that will be heard... ah, the elloquence of trash
the persuasiveness of cash
rings true like the whispered lies of half-forgotten lullabyes; designed to please ,
designed to soo the designed to shift a million units or two
designed to mean nothing at all for anyone
but that's OK
......... it's no misunderstanding it's all emptiness and words I'd cut my veins to paint it as beautifully meaningless-picturesque and absurd....
it's a masterpiece I heard.
From Letras Mania