Speaking of resentment
I give you permission
To cut and cut, but...
No matter what happens
I will see you
On the other side.
Cracking (no sense, no life)
Crazing
I got no patience for schticks
Mow down
And incinerate
I got no time, i got no time left to graze.
It's just the way i see things
Computer chip poetry
Written in the underground city
But no matter what happens
I will see you on the other side
Cracking (no sense, no life)
Crazing
I got no patience for schticks
Mow down
And incinerate
I got no time, i got no time left to graze.
But no matter what happens i will see you on the other side
And at that moment i give you permission
To cut and cut me up
So what's the price for the sky?
But no matter what happens
Will i see you
On the other side?
So what's the price for the sky?
Sky,sky, sky, what's the price?
