I can only guess, how do you deal with this?
Do you feel tough?
Are we ripping us off?
I can only guess, how do you deal with this?
Do you feel tough?
Are we ripping us off?
We are thirsty,
feed each other,
like praising fruits from the ashes.
We are thirsty,
feed each other, like praising
fruits from the ashes.
This is when we're down to one,
all the nice words have now gone.
Does good morning count if it's timid but profound?
Do we stand a chance?
Do I have room to dance?
Are our sexes our fuel or is this getting out of control?
Are we still in balance?
Do I have room to dance?
Are our sexes our fuel or is this getting out of control?
Keep
biting my teeth,
breathing in and out,
my day is never bright if there is no you
inside.
Drowning heavy tones,
all day on headphones,
if I'm all alone,
you push me off my throne.
Do you feel tough?
Are
we ripping us off?
We are thirsty, feed each other, like praising
fruits from the ashes.
We are thirsty,
feed each other,
like praising fruits from the ashes.
If you're from a perfect whole,
shall not even once stand alone,
come down, you're so tapping on the floor.