microphone snakes, gas mask, covered eyes,
barbwire nation, sounds of pavement inside,
graffiti alleyways, women laying down in fields of poppies
Turn the camera on me. Look what you see
maggots crawling around like a ******* disease
turn your head now, roll your ******* eyes
like an apple core eaten up used and tossed aside
forbidden fruit of ones mind
defiled demeaned and rotten inside
searching, N searching, for something to find
discover mind in the gutter, under covers it hides
forbidden fruit and forgotten lies
so much time to expand our minds
Turn the camera on me. and Look what you see
maggots crawling around just like a ******* disease
turn your head now, roll your ******* eyes
like an apple core eaten up and tossed aside
lost memories and forgotten dreams
succumbing to fit of weakness
no one knows what it means
but we say the truth is what were speaking
Turn the camera on me. Look what you see
maggots crawling around like a ******* disease
turn your head now, roll your ******* eyes
like an apple core eaten up and tossed aside
Tell me what you see!!. Turn your hate on the
Little pig get down On your filthy knees
turn your head now, close your weary eyes
The Caterpillar becomes the butterfly
used abuse refussing to die
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 2:17 AM UTC
microphone snakes, gas mask, covered eyes,
barbwire nation, sounds of pavement inside,
graffiti alleyways, women laying down in fields of poppies
Turn the camera on me. Look what you see
maggots crawling around like a ******* disease
turn your head now, roll your ******* eyes
like an apple core eaten up used and tossed aside
forbidden fruit of ones mind
defiled demeaned and rotten inside
searching, N searching, for something to find
discover mind in the gutter, under covers it hides
forbidden fruit and forgotten lies
so much time to expand our minds
Turn the camera on me. and Look what you see
maggots crawling around just like a ******* disease
turn your head now, roll your ******* eyes
like an apple core eaten up and tossed aside
lost memories and forgotten dreams
succumbing to fit of weakness
no one knows what it means
but we say the truth is what were speaking
Turn the camera on me. Look what you see
maggots crawling around like a ******* disease
turn your head now, roll your ******* eyes
like an apple core eaten up and tossed aside
Tell me what you see!!. Turn your hate on the
Little pig get down On your filthy knees
turn your head now, close your weary eyes
The Caterpillar becomes the butterfly
used abuse refussing to die
