(only track where the lyrics have no fucking point)
I fell in your arms
Little liquid, little sting
That's in my brain
How could it be...
Could it be...
No saturation
Saturate me
Make me a bitch
Make me something
That's just grimy
That shit's so grimy
Push the juice inside your arms
That's a game you lose
No matter what
I'm trashed
I'm trashed
Yeah I'm trashed
Yeah I'm trashed
See you in the next life
See you in the next life
See you in the next life
See you in the next life
Ketter...
Ketter...
Ketter...
Ketter...
I'm trying to catch you
You run too fast
I'm trying to catch you
You run too fast
Catch it before it sinks
Catch it before it sinks
Catch it before it sinks
Catch it before it sinks
KETTER
make it bad
KETTER
make it back
KETTER
make it back
KETTER
KETTER
That's how we...
Created your children, god.
You're not ready for the future, are you ?
Cause I'm not ready too.
Call mephistopheles
That's the end.
KETTER
make it bad
KETTER
make it back
KETTER
make it back
KETTER
KETTER
KETTER
make it bad
KETTER
make it back
KETTER
make it back
KETTER
KETTER
This album has helped me a lot during difficult times, and it still does. I'd really like you to release 'Dying for too many people'. Thank you so much, Feldup, for everything you do. d⌂}-lyniv