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letra de paranoia - wallacebreenmusic-wbm

[verse 1]
i woke this morning with a spade in my left toe
poor people lying dying in the showers
blue land and lights electric yellow at the trash i live in
wine everywhere, oil everywhere on the floor
a criminal looking in the horde and saw nothing inside
fear seeping in the overcrowded channel
far away a bunch of bills yelling to the deep basket
a butcher stabbed in the back litter covering the mold
rubbish flying around me unknowing where they boom
the pipes of crumbling houses made of blood red dreams
vampires crawling on ceiling
grasshoppers swimming in gutters
i wonder why the bodyguard don’t respond to my rage
tired and gruesome rescuers and i don’t know why
empty images and pockets with no money to
save
surprised i am still living, surprised i’m confusing you
and everywhere on the ground, speaking of this crazy step
[chorus]
fear raising my chin in the overcrowded phone booth
far away a bunch of mobiles yelling to the deep
air
a syndicate stabbed in the back litter covering the
ads
fear raising my chin in the overcrowded phone booth
far away a bunch of mobiles yelling to the deep
air
a syndicate stabbed in the back litter covering the
ads

[verse 2]
i woke during the black death with a spade in my satchel
watching people lying dying in the buses
razors, blue and lights electric yellow at the beginning of the day
wine everywhere, notebook on the floor
a criminal looking in the mirror and saw nothing inside
fear showing me the finger in the overcrowded closet
far away a bunch of imbeciles yelling to the deep mine
a syndicate stabbed in the back litter covering the business cards
truths flying around me unknowing where they sting
the ceilings of crumbling houses made of blood red stones
vampires crawling on ceilings, believers swimming in gutters
i wonder why the bodyguard don’t respond to my
needs
tired and gruesome and i don’t know why
empty images and pockets with no money to produce
surprised i am still a foreigner, surprised i’m uncovering you
and everywhere the anchor-men
speaking of these crazy
stains

[chorus]
fear raising my chin in the overcrowded phone booth
far away a bunch of mobiles yelling to the deep
air
a syndicate stabbed in the back litter covering the
ads
fear raising my chin in the overcrowded phone booth
far away a bunch of mobiles yelling to the deep
air
a syndicate stabbed in the back litter covering the
ads

- wallacebreenmusic wbm

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