Testo di It Is Bro Isnt It?

She loves me (he loves me not) You've told me but i forgot I don't want to be the one you call on When you struck luck in golden ambers, You kiss by the book, when you ride lies upon the throne Taurus: it's your year, be in for a surprise The naked force, eight eyes of a new era on my back A homecoming parade, from our tidy bed of roses What once was A new career you call it To catch a souvenir Of what once was, strict embarrassment And it makes you boil And it makes you choke And it makes you rally up the troops within your throat When she is me and i bloom within her speech Birth the machines Invoking the spirits of ancient fathers Take hand, earth, air, fire, water A motherly life and echo of a home Burn 'em out of their homes Pillage the humans from their homes, the naked forcre Eight eyes of a new era on your back