Ostermontag
I’m the killer on the evening news
I’m the nervousness you can’t cough up
The final breath inside a brittle lung
Before it coughs up dust
We ride so fucking deep
too dark park, me and mine
I might point me a tone
right dead at a divine beautiful angel of mine
Guilty and jealous by design
All of the sudden I’m alive
You will drift away from communication
and all you do is sit around and ask why
I don’t ever like to be in public
But I wonder what it would be like if I might
All I wanna do is get home
Because all I wanna do is get high
All I wanna do is get home
Because all I wanna do is get high
All I wanna do is get home
Because all I wanna do is get high
Ostermontag
Ostermontag
Ostermontag