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• Artiste: Sole and The Skyrider Band
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I'm a million organisms swimming to the stars I'm a million words old chasing lost cause, face is all scars This is all it is, us vs us vs moss growing on my chin Non-regenerating limbs non-regenerating mind Once I forgot myself, twice I forgot myself I'm no longer me, but I'm still suck with this face This place in time is mine No enough kerosene, not enough dirt to cover, Not enough glass to stain, not enough buttons on my phone Look at all the miserable people in the world Pity them, pity them, pity them Watch the chickens in the trucks, passing on the highway Think of all the wasted bullets in the desert Or all the voices in the wild, as the wolf drags himself back to his cave Its been a long summer, all the food is gone Should he head for the city and become a family dog? Then he though, better starve on the run than get fat in the cage Out here there is water, where there is water there is life Where there is water in pipes, humanity is pumped in, that ain't right We don't belong, we won't be long, we can't be strong, we'll all be gone soon Then I'll be done or so he though, sawder up your chest, slaughter up your heart I want a medal, there are no stripes on my back no dots on my forehead Yet I've fail, I told em' can walk through fences, I can live off electricity But a man can't live off caffeine alone A wolf can't live on the moon Without the sun its all rocks In the dark, bugs are at war Finding food, finding love raising empires and getting stomped out I like a dream with a short lifespan, watch it come alive in your bare hands Your bloody hands grateful, then spiteful, then retired to some bingo Counting wrinkles, pulling out gray hairs, gotta look presentable Dress like you're twenty, feel like your sixty, it's philosophy What it does, like rain and limestone What you've become, gone Something like a hole, sorta like a well Nothing like a puddle, not quite a jail Or a crystal that traps half a soul Summing up a life is like strolling on the beach Or talking to a kid, or saving a baby bird