Paroles de Back Door Epoque
Take me down to the intestineWhere a question isn't worth the effort
Where gravity replies a silent yes for you
We still sniff the blood scent
Big brother and crime news
To cannibal instinct give vent
We are nothing but flies on the window
Tempting the clear glass to pass
Too busy to see the answer right there
The other shutter ain't shut
Curiosity is a lot of work
Where Moozak grazes his cows
And all of it sounds
Like a sphincteric sugary white noise
Meant to anesthetize
That's why I thank you friend
For the tail pipe I thank you Ford
Back Door Epoque
We still sniff the blood scent
To really around a car accident
To cannibal instinct give vent The sugar is brown
The noise is white
We are nothing but flies on the window
Tempting the clear glass to pass
Too busy to see the answer right there
The other shutter ain't shut
Curiosity is a lot of work
Where Moozak grazes his cows
And all of it sounds
Like a sphincteric sugary white noise
Meant to anesthetize
That's why I thank you friend
For the tail pipe I thank you Ford
Back Door Epoque
We still sniff the blood scent
To really around a car accident
To cannibal instinct give vent The sugar is brown
The noise is white
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