D’MAS – Cobracaine


Here to see it disappear
Wanted to be free, nothing but a dress
Yellow cellophane on her bathroom window, yellow
Time, her mind will never keep
Station wagons, cheap, spider from a spark
Wanna hold her hand, waiting for the perfect moment

Wanted to go on holiday
Wasted kids so dead inside

Time, her mind will never keep
Station wagons, cheap, spider from a spark
Wanna hold her hand, waiting for the perfect moment
A call from her silver child and lips ever fades

Asinine to paint your own rhymes
Don’t rush, don’t worry, you’re not in a hurry
Take your own grime in your own eye
I’m sure that you’ll find that the last laugh will be mine

Wanted to go on holiday
Wasted kids so dead inside

Wanted to go on holiday
Wasted kids so dead inside

Asinine to paint your own rhymes
Don’t rush, don’t worry, you’re not in a hurry
Take your own grime in your own eye
I’m sure that you’ll find that the last laugh will be mine
Asinine to paint your own rhymes
Don’t rush, don’t worry, you’re not in a hurry
Take your own grime in your own eye
I’m sure that you’ll find that the last laugh will be mine

In silence


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