Taste of Burning Ice
I'm on obsessive dreams
About one eyed dogs and sliced lips
It's coming down, it seems so true
Except the blood is blue
I have to consider a new place
To go, otherwise their faces
Will grow and their devil breath
Will blow until i break
Evil fog arise
Devil in their eyes
I'm just a runaway child with no direction
I finally found a shelter
Where sensations sound familiar
And all the drugs I took
I spit they on their Book
Freedom is crying
Freedom is dying
And I'm just a little boy
Clever but deprived of joy
It's like a taste of burning ice
Just a taste of burning ice
A bunch of lies in this slice of life
Doc', you bastard, tell me why
A taste of burning gold
A silly waste, a neurotic pal
A farewell letter you see me fold
And sent to the god of pills trapped in this disgusting ice
It's like a taste of burning ice
Just a taste of burning ice
A bunch of lies in this slice of life
Doc', you bastard, tell me why
A taste of burning gold
A silly waste, a neurotic pal
A farewell letter you see me fold
And sent to the god of pills who's dying now
It's like a taste of burning ice
Just a taste of burning ice
A bunch of lies in this slice of life
Doc', you bastard, tell me why
A taste of burning gold
A silly waste, a neurotic pal
A farewell letter you see me fold
And sent to the god of pills who's dead in this burning ice
About one eyed dogs and sliced lips
It's coming down, it seems so true
Except the blood is blue
I have to consider a new place
To go, otherwise their faces
Will grow and their devil breath
Will blow until i break
Evil fog arise
Devil in their eyes
I'm just a runaway child with no direction
I finally found a shelter
Where sensations sound familiar
And all the drugs I took
I spit they on their Book
Freedom is crying
Freedom is dying
And I'm just a little boy
Clever but deprived of joy
It's like a taste of burning ice
Just a taste of burning ice
A bunch of lies in this slice of life
Doc', you bastard, tell me why
A taste of burning gold
A silly waste, a neurotic pal
A farewell letter you see me fold
And sent to the god of pills trapped in this disgusting ice
It's like a taste of burning ice
Just a taste of burning ice
A bunch of lies in this slice of life
Doc', you bastard, tell me why
A taste of burning gold
A silly waste, a neurotic pal
A farewell letter you see me fold
And sent to the god of pills who's dying now
It's like a taste of burning ice
Just a taste of burning ice
A bunch of lies in this slice of life
Doc', you bastard, tell me why
A taste of burning gold
A silly waste, a neurotic pal
A farewell letter you see me fold
And sent to the god of pills who's dead in this burning ice
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