Janie always said I was a mess I'm sorry 'bout that mess I made her bleed Buddey bye bye bye , I planted my seed Still I knew she could take it If I opened
Bản dịch: Sublime. Seed.
: Janie always said I was a mess Sorry bout that mess I made her bleed I'm planting my seed Still I knew it could take it if I opened up the rhythm I
Janie always said I was a mess Sorry bout that mess I made her bleed I'm planting my seed Still I knew it could take it if I opened up the rhythm I knew
go through live oblivious and free Life is sweet, sweet as strawberry wine And bitter too, like the seeds on the vine And you are that, you are more than sublime
' the fine line, steel-toes sharp just like my mind My reputation preceeds me, I always get what's mine in time You can't spike me with the evil seed
willing to take it? I have given all that I can give you have too And still we pretend that This isn't all just a Waste of time It's sublime and We
Speaking my mind, fall in line when I spit mine Still in my prime, still'll shine 'til it quit time If this is a crime, find me guilty, I'm so sublime
shiny shiny suit I'll send up all my prayers and hope they're understood Love started making sense I always make mistakes at my expense Love has placed a seed
a dune, The rock is redder in the afternoon Tourists clicking madly soon Where spring will come with any rain A chance to flower and seed again Forever
burning fuse The only flame I have Fate's spiral down this curve (Shall only serve) The seeds growing my misery These wounds kill time My struggle sublime
Dressed in white In painted smile Summer breeze Blow You feel You taste The stars the Sun and space So blind not to find The sublime Color of my
Wrap Me In Their Infinite Knowledge The Incongruous Symphony Crashes Through The Waves Of My Thoughts I Am Not Of Flesh... When Waves Of Sublime
Of graveyard robbed leather To where pleasure rings deep secrets In spurts after dark Under full moons waxing lyrically Death's poetry floods the soul Like the freezing seed
with the words of psychotic fate While GWAR slept I kept their minds content To give their flesh consent to my Ever loving seed Undying research has
the world with the words of psychotic fate While GWAR slept I kept their minds content To give their flesh consent to my Ever loving seed Undying research
It's a maze of paths, But a soul can find the way. For an old man knows how a year it goes, How the cold hard ground in the spring comes 'round. How the seeds
garden, it's a maze of paths But a soul can find the way For an old man knows how a year it goes How the cold hard ground in the spring comes 'round How the seeds
