Untitled no.4 - toxic cause and nauseating effect
time holds a loaded gun to my head warm words can't stop the freeze i just feel sorry for all the murky, smog filled sunsets you'll never get to see toxic cause and nauseating effect, beaten and bound and left on the side of the road for dead now we're shooting golden bullet holes in the velvet black sky and you're too busy sweating like a criminal on the stand they're all technological zombies lost in a digital sea pull the plugs in their heads and watch it collapsе and decay this city is a sin and their own devil waking up asleep and falling asleep awakе every dream has its thorns




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time holds a loaded gun to my head,
warm words can't stop the freeze.
i just feel sorry for all the murky, smog-filled sunsets
you'll never get to see.

toxic cause and nauseating effect,
beaten and bound and left on the side of the road
--for dead.
now we're shooting golden bullet holes in the velvet-black sky,
and you're too busy sweating like a criminal on the stand.

they're all technological zombies,
lost in a digital sea;
pull the plugs in their heads,
watch it all
collapse and decay
this city is a sin
and their own devil
waking up asleep and
falling asleep awake
...every dream has its thorns.