heads are rolling from condemnation
heads are rolling from being tight
heads are rolling from too much tension
heads re rolling from evil grudges
the missile's blown, the Wormwood star
and in our face are flying pieces of
irritation
irritation
irritation
irritation
salt has dissolved inside my cup
ego won't dissolve in me
stir it up right inside of me
with a spoon of fat give-no-fuck
to put ourselves back together again
we're gonna go gather pieces of
irritation
irritation
irritation
irritation
poisoning by the loneliness
skin is sweating under the red paint
stars are red with the holy prophecy
eternal fun, one and the same
and so they get us one by one
but in our place, remain the scars of
irritation
irritation
irritation
irritation
irritation
© Copyright: Лорд Брайтон, 2019
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