Amite River Songtext
von Spllit

Running transport
Mile nine
Highest fine
Amite river

Whose opinion will hold weight?
Whose prediction will be written?
I don′t want you to tell me to go
But it's not what I need

Running paint
Spreading lie
Forced relation
Increased tension

Masking place
To face the stakes
One way through
Cloaked in shame


Thinking, dreaming, settlement is a lie
Burn this, burn this

A bird shits on the sidewalk
Can I take a breath?
The greatness of momentary fixation
Skin-back degradation ready to be implemented
Stuck within the structure of a graph

Perfectly symmetrical, just like my words
And aligned with my schedule, set to three o′clock
Eight hours of time, time, time
Can't look myself in the mirror
Unless the white guy says

His disciples say that
It's bad for my insufficient desires
Every man addicted to pornography
When I step into the room, I hate the feeling


Where is the line drawn between images and me?
Lifetimes of anger, lifetimes of sex
My lord and my savior, a man knows
What′s best for me, don′t you believe it?