Cat walks,
analphabetic production
An spaghetti your function
No mouth to feed
What hells around this flesh-made fear
And fear flows, it takes a minute to gling-glo
You´re glamorizing that stoned dope
Allow the witness
I could wait long and bet between

Draw, cover me, my blood
Shake my dreams from the mud
Throwing out the mean times
It will break up the walls that we fill
When they turn away

What you get its what you need
In the flesh i could crawl my skin
I´m feeling like a fish
But its the weather, believe him
F for feel, no mouth to feed
What hells around that vision creed
Rolling backwards system and back to school
It´s much better sweetly
Was the painful jealousy
Or I´m moving over the victim
An F for fuel, would fuck the cruel
Who cares the real would pay my bills

Draw, cover me, my blood
Shake my dreams from the mud
Throwing out the mean times
It will break up the walls that we fill
When they turn away