as cakes I cough them out again
I'd like to do this peacefully
but they grab my back and
they turn the speed to level hurricane
I am falling out in a street like bed
they hit my hands up with a stick
they hit my hands up with a stick
the slicing of a nerve in me
and the wasted ways of those
who distorts the art into a pose
they turn the speed to level hurricane
I am falling out in a street like bed
they hit my hands up with a stick
left inside a crate of doubt
I start to chew in slower pace
But then it starts to blow
and it turns the speed to level hurricane
I am falling out in a street like bed
they hit my hands up with a stick