10-13-2013, 10:59 AM
Seeing through our hands
I hope we can finally learn
From what we've done
Tasting through ears
Getting flavors
We don't want
Don't shake my hand
You'll sound the alarm
Of the jungle
No longer listening
To the full story
Only learning the focus
Kind of hard to eat
Through two small holes
Right to my lungs
I hope we can finally learn
From what we've done
Tasting through ears
Getting flavors
We don't want
Don't shake my hand
You'll sound the alarm
Of the jungle
No longer listening
To the full story
Only learning the focus
Kind of hard to eat
Through two small holes
Right to my lungs
I never highlight my flaws or deficits
Because none of that will matter when death visits
Because none of that will matter when death visits