Κυριακή 15 Μαΐου 2011

Keys to the kingdom







 I shoot it low
Kill the flow
 Ruin myself out of the northshore
 I make it one
Watch the sun
 Sink behind the trees to the keys to the kingdom
 I shoot it high
Let it fly
 Bury myself under a blue sky
 I see a scheme
Make it clean
 Drown in blue rivers under a muffle screams
 Come the number wishing I could make a man
And I'm caught in a space between my head and my face again
 I hit down
 Kill the sound
Ruin myself out on the northshore
 I make it one
 Kill the sun
Bury my disease with the keys to the kingdom
 Come the number wishing I could make a man
 And I'm caught in a space between my head and my face again
 I shoot it low
Shoot it low
 Kill the flow
 Kill the flow
Ruin myself out of the northshore
 Come the number wishing I could make a man
And I'm caught in a space between my head and my face again
 Come the number wishing I could make a man
And I'm caught in a space between my head and my face again


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