Is the skyline sliced up into pieces and broken steel and mesh
Or is the progress of process that's a natural people quest
Metal and the workings, dark and lurking in my mind
Branded neon red and blue flashes
The view from the flats is nice
I see Alice in Wonderland
I see malice in Sunderland
Mouse to house, I am this land
The were without, it's Thumberland
Smoke to a karma coma
Jamaicans do yard and roamers
Shake Bacardi's and Coke and make me laugh and
Trust me
So much stuff and many people
The future is not evil
The future is not fish and it's simple, it's efficient
Now that things are costing nothing
Is any of it good?
Come and love me, read my nothings
Blogging river floods
Dead plant planted on the window ledge
Shadows dance, glint and blend
Glance slow at the night outside
I'm God in the game
Sound rumbles in 5.1 round some corner to fight with guns
Play God in games but nothing in
Trust me
Dub step, club sweat, come get rubbed red
Play the playlist
Play the playlist
I see Alice in Wonderland
I see malice in Sunderland
House to house, I love this land
The were without, it's Thumberland
Do the wrong thing, joke it right
Span the longings and the fights
For all the oil and the toil
And the spoils of the royals
We are nothing if not nice
We are coughing if we are wise
Roll me up like a leafy spliff
Fuck that, roll me up and
Trust me
Why is there so much noise
Reading info, buying toys
We all fear of company
But we are fierce anonymously
Enter shit on the internet
Clashing people, chatting evil
But we are cheery social sorts
With the pleasing photo forward
Pass the love around and back to me
Walking down a madman's street
The music in my ears is fleeting
Struggle to shuffle to the same beat
We are nothing if not nice
We have a pretty buttered knife
Is the skyline sliced up into pieces and broken steel and strife
Anything you tell me
Yes, yes, I will believe
But again and I suspect
Again and I will leave
Slow burn a little heaven
Roaming yearnings for devon
Coburn '67
Don't work for them
Trust me
Dub step, earth run, red club sweat
Put up chests and freeze, freeze
Is the skyline sliced up into pieces and broken steel and mesh
Or is the progress of process that's a natural people quest
Trust me Is the skyline sliced up into pieces and broken steel and mesh Or is the progress of process that's a natural people quest Metal and the workings, dark and lurking in my mind Branded neon red and blue flashes The view from the flats is nice I see Alice in Wonderland I see malice in Sunderland Mouse to house, I am this land The were without, it's Thumberland Smoke to a karma coma Jamaicans do yard and roamers Shake Bacardi's and Coke and make me laugh and Trust me So much stuff and many people The future is not evil The future is not fish and it's simple, it's efficient Now that things are costing nothing Is any of it good? Come and love me, read my nothings Blogging river floods Dead plant planted on the window ledge Shadows dance, glint and blend Glance slow at the night outside I'm God in the game Sound rumbles in 5.1 round some corner to fight with guns Play God in games but nothing in Trust me Dub step, club sweat, come get rubbed red Play the playlist Play the playlist I see Alice in Wonderland I see malice in Sunderland House to house, I love this land The were without, it's Thumberland Do the wrong thing, joke it right Span the longings and the fights For all the oil and the toil And the spoils of the royals We are nothing if not nice We are coughing if we are wise Roll me up like a leafy spliff Fuck that, roll me up and Trust me Why is there so much noise Reading info, buying toys We all fear of company But we are fierce anonymously Enter shit on the internet Clashing people, chatting evil But we are cheery social sorts With the pleasing photo forward Pass the love around and back to me Walking down a madman's street The music in my ears is fleeting Struggle to shuffle to the same beat We are nothing if not nice We have a pretty buttered knife Is the skyline sliced up into pieces and broken steel and strife Anything you tell me Yes, yes, I will believe But again and I suspect Again and I will leave Slow burn a little heaven Roaming yearnings for devon Coburn '67 Don't work for them Trust me Dub step, earth run, red club sweat Put up chests and freeze, freeze Is the skyline sliced up into pieces and broken steel and mesh Or is the progress of process that's a natural people quest Explain Request ×
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