Teksty: Weatherbox. American Art. I Worship Raw Beats.

I cannot think of anything to think about,
I search the folds of my brain,
I stretch myself towards my destination,
We ate roots and sat,
I traced pitter-patterns in the grass,
See where the wind blows me,
See where the earth throws me,
See where the fire draws me,
See where the water calls me,
We ate roots and sat,
I traced pitter-patterns in the grass,
We ate roots and sat
Beneath the treetwists and the gas,
You watched me go insane
And you loved me just the same
And only i can tame
The growing beasts in my brain,
Is this normal? where does this animal begin?
Is this normal? what's this running through my skin?
We ate roots and sat,
I traced pitter-patterns in the grass,
We ate roots and sat,
Beneath the treetwists and the gas