Из альбома: Hot Nickels
What I own in my plastic account is a carpet of nails
Moving towards the result this purchase will lay on myself
Being broke on my own for a change makes me feel so much more
Than the conflict arrived from the couch that was bought in the store
Won't rest until we've met and killed the fever brought us here
Results of grieving human beings prone to hate and fear
Spending time with what hurts and the collars that filter my brain
Staying left of those basical functions until I've tamed
The reptilian darkness that snarls and carries a sign
Or the primitive background from out of the mind we have climbed
Won't rest until we've met and killed the fever brought us here
Results of grieving human beings prone to hate and fear