Stretch Worm Tunnels I by TheBorderline Lyrics

Crossed-legs waiting a last train
Rough so skin, soul for sale with marks
And holes a few feet away
It's not the fault, food of a long
Way or crystals in a sea of silica overshadowed
Reflecting light on the sun shining in
Loneliness and in "the same please logic mutual"
You prefer wood to nibble tonight
To break till hurt and return of parallel travel over and over
To break till hurt and return of parallel travel over and over

But the problem its not only that
You cool your ass on the wet pavement
The problem is that your arms are cots of
Negligence who kill innocents daily here, wake up
You keep rather wood to only nibble to break
Till hurt and return of parallel travel over and over
Fuck! and the only thing that you do is repeating

Never mind the why?
It's what screw you're life what you save from yesterday
Lot of items that define what were you to deserve so much
Sand under you despondent flesh
Flesh