Il testo della Unravel

Tilt

Data di rilascio : 17/04/1995

Durata : 0:02:07

Stile : Alternative

Here i am still intact, and i should give myself credit for that, but i =
Have cast a stone deep into my throat, i squat on land my feet won't =
Reach, the smell of blood and bile and bleach, i need a square foot and =
A rope. we can weave, we can unravel, we keep on sleeping right through =
Our travels, we can weave, we can unravel, take our confusion to a much =
Lighter level. spit it up and hand it over to yet another child of =
Squallor, pallid wheezing lost all her color, her dark circles getting =
Darker, he crossed her palm, but nothing seems to wake her from her =
Shitty dreams, now she's become just one more helpless package of doom. =
The city looks especially vindictive tonight, that hitchhiker looks like =
He's headed home to murder his wife, well it's a proven fact they don't =
Respond to every call for help in time, so there she stays, poor little =
Girl, lying on the floor of a dirty bathroom, no folks there's no =
Device, no box of gods to descend and take this tragedy, tie up all the =
Loose ends.
Submitted by: mel