Paroles de Dead Theories

like a rat aware of eating poison so artificial, vessels pumping shit for blood speeding up for the last jump waiting for the windshield to break so sick just to think about it so sick so sick so full of it... all fool to believe the balance of laughter and nightmares the scale of justice swings like an axe to a hollow trunk we keep on swarming up on the shoulders of dead theories disasters within every seed everywhere you go it's always with you everywhere you go you take it with you...