( Smog ) When I was seven I told my mother, To take me to...
There's a city filth that lingers All over my naked hands Deep into the weave...
Do you feel alive now that you own the dead Praying on their corpses, their...
You and your museum of lovers The precious collection you've housed in your covers My...
You've seen life through distorted eyes You know you had to learn The execution of...
I climbed your arms And you pulled away New cavity...
First you smile at lord, i found you first Liquified...
Yo chuck, we got runnin mixes, gimme the headphones... Wicked...
(originally done by duran duran) Out on the tar plains...
I'll never be the same, breaking decency Don't be tree...
This ain't no motherfuckin stick up Just pick the stick...
I'm searching Need to find her Dont think i know...
No more gold lights to keep your warm for the...
Always wonder what it takes Fifteen stitches And a soft...
Hear me spit on you, wither I Remold into gold...