No fuckin' lovers
In this town
of dead doves.
Rise up the cigarrete
don't claim so much effect
Wake the morning
shave your balls
Embrace the boring
fact that we'll all fall
You walt the streets
you talk to the sheetless
homeless
the shit of the shitty
society sheet
That covers up
the lovers
the doves
the fuckers
the dead
the living
All the same shit
we cover out in life,
our lives, sucks.
So knock up the feet
and lay back down
Wake up again
to feel the same pain
Look at the mirror
See how lame
you became.
Shave your beard
comb your hair
put your suit
your sweater up
Open the door.
breath in
breath out.
for no reason for.
Gain your way out
for work
a street full of blood
the invisible dead bodies
your work sucks
your life sucks.
We're all alone in our rooms
With the ghosts of
the field of the
dead cities in
shards
inside our fucking
hearts.
