Capillary Action
Methheads & Mormons
Our fat, fleshy bodies sweat it out in desert heatDread drips off the sides and back into the cargoWe travel in silence to parts unknownMethheads and MormonsIt's agreed that this is a suicide missionBut we're past the point of no return nowSecond thoughts punctuate and penetrateThe stinging sensation that no one has come equippedBlood flows up out of the salt lakeOh we were helplessGoners before we even knew what hit usWhen I close my eyes all I see is blood flow up out of the salt lakeBlissful abyss, an abscess with sharp teethBlank smiles, no guaranteesMethheads and MormonsFrom a safe distance ignorance is blissCalm punctures nervesAll of us expecting to hit paydirtWe stretch across miserable streetsWe're smothered by brand namesLetras de cancionesThey all scramble for the exitWe all feel trouble lurking in Kinkos' shadowsOur paycheck wrapped in sallow skinI'll be the only one here held accountableNo one has come equippedMethheads and MormonsFrom a safe distance ignorance is blissThe blinding light conceals your fate, your misfortune
From Letras Mania