: zdv's nonsense lyrics
When someone gets on me with him being at the end of his tether what shall I say?
I'm sick and tired of all these people around telling me how much they are down in the dumps - dig your tolls boys and girls, maybe Guardian angel will have mercy on you. Army of me against army of you to make one feel on the top of the world – do you believe that crap? Fighting with each other, killing each other. Just turn a blind eye on it and you’re hero of the day. You say you love me, I say ' is not time for it', but what do I say indeed? Dreams, wasted memories, chemical reaction in my brains, desire, avail, sway, screwing in all forms, taking a stroll down my sick and corrupted memory lane, dwelling in the charms of pop culture’s pathetic dodoism. Does it ring a bell? Rack your brains babe, rack your brains! Vanity is definitely one of His favourite sins- immersing in it, drinking from it and fucking with it. Does it make you feel good? Does it make you fill hummy? In fact, there is little if any difference between all of us, we're connected, we’re spitting in each others face when hurting our little brothers and sisters. Give me a word on management of anger and while smiling and cooing in your face I am committing in my brains the most outrages and ugliest violence assaults you ever seen on your blue screen late at night. When I think of it, I should turn my head away from myself in loathe, but instead I walk tall. Better not to think, babe z!
When someone gets on me with him being at the end of his tether what shall I say?
I'm sick and tired of all these people around telling me how much they are down in the dumps - dig your tolls boys and girls, maybe Guardian angel will have mercy on you. Army of me against army of you to make one feel on the top of the world – do you believe that crap? Fighting with each other, killing each other. Just turn a blind eye on it and you’re hero of the day. You say you love me, I say ' is not time for it', but what do I say indeed? Dreams, wasted memories, chemical reaction in my brains, desire, avail, sway, screwing in all forms, taking a stroll down my sick and corrupted memory lane, dwelling in the charms of pop culture’s pathetic dodoism. Does it ring a bell? Rack your brains babe, rack your brains! Vanity is definitely one of His favourite sins- immersing in it, drinking from it and fucking with it. Does it make you feel good? Does it make you fill hummy? In fact, there is little if any difference between all of us, we're connected, we’re spitting in each others face when hurting our little brothers and sisters. Give me a word on management of anger and while smiling and cooing in your face I am committing in my brains the most outrages and ugliest violence assaults you ever seen on your blue screen late at night. When I think of it, I should turn my head away from myself in loathe, but instead I walk tall. Better not to think, babe z!
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Current Music: walking in my shoes by DM