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• Artiste: Motorpsycho
• Titre: The Slow Phaseout
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there's nothing I can do to begin to understand I wouldn't dare to get near that quicksand I'm watching your thrills from my home in the hills to me it seems so bland I look down from my mountain,see lives passing by on that four lane deep stir-fry seeking sainthood,seeing human driftwood,I feel like an alien spy why do you do the things you do? why do you do the things you do,you say... there's no single reason ,it just happened that way now my mind is turning into clay all of my days drift by in a daze while I wish myself away the blood on my hands will never fully dry,I mislaid my alibi the grail lost its sheen,now I just feel unclean decomposing with a sigh why do you do the things you do? why do you do the things you do,you say... withdraw to where I'm free from doubt to simmer in this slow phaseout (beyond the point of caring) to simmer in this slow phaseout (awoken from these dreams) there's nothing I can do to begin to understand I wouldn't dare to get near that quicksand I'm watching your thrills from my home in the hills to me it seems so bland why do you do the things you do? why do you do the things you do,you say... withdraw to where I'm free from doubt to simmer in this slow phaseout why do you do the things you do withdraw to where I'm free from doubt to simmer in this slow phaseout why do you do the things you do,you say...