Newton's Three Laws - страница 11

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Clear sky
Leave the moon
Rainbows’s gone, so are puddles
Womb is full
Got you, mom
Bend your back
Cut your cord
Belly is warm
Got you, dad
Couch your sofa
Watch your six
Best laid-plans are already made
Counting seconds to death
Right before the morning
Wake me up and fix me
Bored as ever
Bloom under the restless sun
Enjoy your time being clever
Best laid-plans are already made
Counting seconds to death
Right before the morning
Wake me up and fix me
Bright day
Frown trend
Doom the grey
Bury the light we don’t share
Got you, brother
Got you, sister
Got you, lonesome
Got you, brat
Good riddance, little sprout
We’ll remember you been mad
Best laid-plans are already made
Counting seconds to death
Right before the morning
Wake me up and fix me

Dead Inside

Monday
It’s a boring day
Scale numbers, sure it’s eight
Of course, I’m here going late
Morning comes as dark falls
I don’t wanna be nutcracked
Rainbow shines
Acid cures
People wait
Show your defect
I’m dead inside
Resurrected from the womb
I’m wearing mask in my tomb
Let’s go, diamond, crazy ride
Alarm!
So many ways to feel less dead inside
Tuesday
It’s a new day
Father-priest, cleanse me from sin
How you suppose to break routine
Empty this glass along with me
I don’t wanna be undone
Drink is cold
Feels so warm
People wait
Show your defect
I’m dead inside
Resurrected from the womb
I’m wearing mask in my tomb
Let’s go, diamond, crazy ride
Alarm!
So many ways to feel less dead inside
Skin me live
Gnaw the bones
It seems that our vice
Freedom bores
Sunday
It’s the last day
Dismantle state, make up your mind
Expect judges being not so kind
Listen close, my favourite song
I don’t wanna be brainwashed
Tie is tight
Need some air
People wait
Show your defect
I’m dead inside
Resurrected from the womb
I’m wearing mask in my tomb
Let’s go, diamond, crazy ride
Alarm!
So many ways to feel less dead inside
I’m dead inside
Resurrected from the womb
I’m wearing mask in my tomb
Let’s go, diamond, crazy ride
Alarm!
So many ways to feel less dead inside

Selfie

Mirror-mirror
Tell me how do you feel
Silver cracked
Reflecting on the memories
Keep them
Her happiness, his ugliness
Their affinity, my reality
My love is lost
But I won’t pretend
We’ll make up the most
It is the end
On your mark, get set and go
Paint an image you would like
A selfie
Mirror-mirror
Tell me how do you feel
Silver cracked
Correcting all the flaws