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• Artiste: Adelleda
• Titre: Sailors Love To Get Stoned
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It's like a tidal wave inside my brain eroding every thought away Blindfolded I try to spear gun down my own tail of blame Intelligentsia, mediums, media, cameras with heat-seaking wit These couches are like butter to their little bullets So relax before you sit down near the outlet on the wall This is the one-shot America Let the signs decide the wrong and right Drop some shells tonight And sort the rubble in the morning along the coastline We are, we are We are the undertow My nose and lungs burn through as I gently slip below Millions of tiny bubbles of perspective half-support my body An image, our future, I feel this and I'm sinking in This broadcast states exactly how my current flows A scurvy-ridden rat on just a tiny chunk of wood Those sharks control the stage, bottomless grey Everybody's bleeding, frenzied eating The floodwaters lap at our ceilings We are, we are We are the undertow My nose and lungs burn through as I gently slip below Let the search begin The tide is high and the bends are kicking in No movement These legs and arms are numb Waterlogged and sun-burnt, bloated and belly-up now My eyes are bleeding Oh no, oh no, oh no I dove right in I said my peace Hypocrital me