A Frame Of Mind
Bob Summer / Illdisposed
As the man I am, I dislike
More purities and feelings send
Into the extacy I hate
Nobody controls me
Maybe it's because nobody wants to
Anyway
They watch the terror
In a maze full of gray we shall rest
Incomplete, fictive mirror
Enchanting the way, I do at my best
When a man disconnects, he will lie
A tale telling meyhem inquiries leading
The poor suckers brain
I'm one of those men
But hey then again: Who's to say
Grey is coming, a broken frame
On the cross, my mirror
Unattended my body decays
A future loss, aching nearer
Soon I'll meet the boss
Der var et eller andet, jeg syntes der var et eller andet
Med
Jeg spillede helt ved siden af, jeg tunkte kun p¥ den dukke der
Tihi
Jeg syn lagde du ikke m¦rke til hvor mange riffs jeg
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Jojo