Sickness 2005
I conclude my statements were true
I rearrange my thoughts in the sky
I build all that madness I’m going through
I rearrange the truth with a lie
Tired, I walk along my memories
Desperately trying to find a better way
When was that day
That made my way
I’m feeling nervous, getting blind
I’ll end up in unconsciousness
With echoes on my mind
Burning weasels whirling around in creative arrangements
Spitting petroleum at the longhaired rabbit on the other side
Can you tell?
Whilst everyone was waiting
You Shut the door!
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