"the king of israel
left his time upon the shelf
found out later
it could gone
in the red lights, in the red lights,
god damn the feeling
god damn the feeling of these days
and i am nothing but a filter for shit and plastic, just like the super markets,
and i am not a river
and i am not a wind
and i am just one of the created things
and i will, despite my toils, never find anything close to what you would call true love
__________________call true love to me,
____________________call true love,
and i am nothing but dust
and i am already broken and lost
in the red lights, in His red lights
god damn the feeling
god damn the feeling of these days"
-the rain that has already fallen yo
yo yo yo (wet when slippery)
hits hard and i grab a pen to let off or whatever (sorry, guys)
the best way to live?
the snow falls gently,
and gently falling,
he rises while sleeping,
he rises while sleeping.