When a poem still unwritten makes its way through space its determined to be seated in a mental case that will give it all the nurishment it needs to
The optimist that died in me awoke to the pale blue in your eyes to show me there's a world I gave up long before I married to the bottle, hit the road
译文: 烟雾或火灾. 爱，自我厌恶.
译文: 斯图尔特Brodian. 烟雾的疯狂的赛车.
[{background vocals i.e. Aesop Rock} (sampled vocals i.e. NOT Aesop)] [Intro: Various Samples] (Give him one of these pills if he has any pain) (A parable
City to city we travel in vans from The east to the west coast To places abandoned We'll stalk through a small town For traitors and strangers The
