a box full of spoons

i just had a potato fighting, it was just too hot.

knowing that I can't be perfect, escaped the maze

you got me in the lines while you got my printer

nevertheless I took my ticket from the stairs

help them dig their skin

i've got a box full of spoons

erasing the memories

you've been stoned to death

late in the afternoon

rockin' some ass

i saw the time on the ceiling

can't feel my legs from the kneeling

I've run away for miles and davis

the sun was rasing over 15 minutes

he came back, he came back, I am he

network split and the scrap was saved at 1 am

take away the laser, my eyes are bleeding life

can't escape and can't locate myself in time

I had been lookin' for my ass in sand

the sands of time ticked tacked tocked for all the night

three six seven this war is mine

and I don't mind if I have been there

you must relocate that box where it was

the tubes are empty and city sleeps

my ears are hungry bring me some of this

slept tonight in my garage

my hands were shaking

and you know what

I got my meal before the seal

I got the papers in my ass

you had to ask me where they were

I'd talk you like hell

green with crystals smells in distance

you got it that for me

it was that hot that sweat was 'lot

I made it all wet

it feels like livin in a submarine

..my walls are grey.

get me out of here

feeling your presence near

can't stand the fear

a mind joke that made it clear

and in the dish there are some fungus

they taste good

they really do, so

laboured breathing sealed the evening

nothing is that bad when being mad

taste yourself and spit the fingers

they suck