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• Artiste: Sore Plexus
• Titre: ChoCo FrigHTs
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Seems like I'm trapped On the outskirts of (the zone) Where normal things don't happen anymore And no matter if I go or stay Someone surely craps right on my way Escapism doesn't work anymore Still I'm yearning for a fairly distant shore If the sound of grief will finally wring my heart Will I save my soul before it starts to parch Chance is a dog and forever follows him Who knows how to smell like the biggest Piece of meat What is this life nothing but a smooth and coloured Trip through an ever annoying daily soap Invulnerability, megalomania No intensive care you're beyond recovery Anticipation of death is worse than death itself May this guiding principle be a friend for life No hope and no saving You are talking right on to me - I can't hear you Seems I'm million miles away - although I'm near you Your sweet embittered life Is full of such wonderful lies No dream will irrigate This desert mind left in the shade No catcher in the rye There will be no catcher in the rye