Our fellow walks alone Through your lands and your ears He was born to do so so like no one would interfere Fellow being made of hands flesh and wood Though he needs people to swarm around and Every time he would make his cord swing Deep inside his heart and nostrum fellow Isn't someone you can even stop walking
I'm walking and feeling those crates in my dreams I fight against this sweet disease I need I feed I love and breed And spread it all over again
You're dancing for your star It shines above your eyes Hoping the lights would spread And brake the gates of your devoted mind For it to bring you out of this world around But your sweet mother first fellow, You have to bring her down
You're dancing through my spine It's made of gold and silver The men behind the line Will offer your some slavers of so many lies Hidden behind the trees Then you'll be walking through that desert Feed up your disease
I'm walking and feeling those crates in my dreams I fight against this sweet disease I need I feed I love and breed And press until the stress grows mean I'm walking feeling they scratch my dreams I fight against this sweet disease I need I feed I love and breed though And just spread it all over again, hey low And spread it all over again, say no away oh low low And spread it all over again Yeah baby
You're dancing like a cat And wiggling like a snake No one can bring you down No one will ever brake your neck 'Cause underneath this pure stainless skin Lives a humble monkey with the heart of a king
Compositor: Sammy Abaghdir (Labyala) ECAD: Obra #1807106