Melvins (The)
Goggles
Of weak intensity of sheer velocity
Silver boy gone but he left his heart
Happy to chain
Leave all his things
Get right and heave it
May be taste a few
Disguise dis all of you
Violence try to make me follow
I'm not a dog
But yes I will
Until my visions clear I'll not fight here
The last thing I need is time to feed
From Letras Mania