mercoledì 7 agosto 2013

dead bread

I play the song of the trails
 life lives on crossroads
 i can see the swamps
 glad i m out of the mud
 shifting realities over conscious
 i m a tourist, i feel outsider
 that is a realization that white car a mirror in the dark
 touched just the surface
dead cat smell on my nostrils
 yeah sure i m heading out of here
 Thanks for the buzz
all in the shire
 made surely an impression
 a forgotten way of life
 all that folks what kind of lozanghes are you taking matey?
 not sure the way out,
 more sure the way in now
 and i m gone, i m out...

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