FUELA
There you are on the floor, the drunken fool
Dreaming of the primordial froth that birthed you
You're on your back like a helpless turtle
You are spinning in the blackness
The abyss of your own self-destruction
You're about to say a phrase
You do not understand what it means
You sit up and say, 'I'm feelin' dead about FUELA'
Dreaming of the primordial froth that birthed you
You're on your back like a helpless turtle
You are spinning in the blackness
The abyss of your own self-destruction
You're about to say a phrase
You do not understand what it means
You sit up and say, 'I'm feelin' dead about FUELA'
Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Schreiber
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