scrape the build-up off my tongue
don`t cough
you`ll hurt my lung
make me high and make me numb
just do it
you wont look dumb
square into a circle make it fit
never mind and make sure of it
stuffing one bird into another
i`m way over here
i`m with you brother
ruled by the voice that tells you
to go on and destroy those cells
kill more `til you make your way
no buzz day ain`t no day
chop a breathing hole in my vice
no thanks man
i`m feeling nice
a foolish heart forever young
scrape the build-up off my tongue
snatch up the stone hold on tight
`til night is day and day is night
as I talk to me listening the voice
the voice inside is my singing...
Vova
