Every Breath Songtext
von Index Case

Final stage, a feces range
Another page engraved in your slaved
Will behave... [?]
Find your liking, lightning striking
In hiking on one goal, to get my stomach full
Stop to pull off your cancer card
Think for your lungs
And quit putting your hands in your dung, son

I sung wicked tunes
Pissed on the man with the spoons
Videoheads two brain
I would rather get paid
Never let my true colors fade
So i pack everything i lack in my backpack
Theres not too much weight so i′m never sad
Follow whatever it is that i swallow in my hollow pours


But if you run into the door
You let people suffer a sore, painful, regret
Bet on odds to let you see when you can fly
Dont even try, your wasting, your -?
Properties, and realize why you need to greet the socruties
As i chalk emcees on the board
And erase them over and over again for stepping on my pours
Lord have mercy if you try to curse me
As i will react with a disperse plea
Climb the tree as i would, as you should
And your selt to, will endeavor my clever shine
Woman cuddly, sharp like porcupines
Razor fine bacon swine
Line after line after
Line after line after
Line after line after
Line after line after line
Line after line after line
That makes sense but you dont understand
Cus your not on my side of the fence
You haven't seen the chance awhile ago
All you have seen is the glow that blows from Every Breath