magick Songtext
von Teether

Patience, all my purpose searchers
Counting down the hours
The potential and the workload
20 on the hour
You cunts lucky that I need those
Bitter but I′m talking louder
Silver dangles from the earlobe
Silence deafened inner ear, so
My tolerance near zero
But I cannot even feel dope


'Til I skip a dose in fear of
Careful weary one, you′ll veer off
There's no room to walk with demons on the floor
But I opened the door like Jesus
The splinter hit bone
Sprint across the road like a river
Felt my phone do a shiver
N O
Liver got soaked in the spirits and ghosts
But who would want to go if there's business unfinished