Euphoreador
Euphoreador - Approach songtekst
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Ballerina without a ball Concertina right here down hall So come on give some And bring your graces Is it just superficial, life's embraces Yeah, hell, I'm off to the races Get together now So come on and see how we go A little bit faster A little bit slow With a hook in your back And the shit on the shelf With a shit liar that we call self And we touted ourselves As the thing that won't be missed From the mind to the heart With the wit of sophist So come on and let's toast Our living oblations And obliquely we stand In sacrificial ovations Lacerations on the pillows then A ramshackleness a perfect zen My chaos privy is a third of my mind I'll do you from front And turn you then behind For some longevity