azwell - Commute | Текст песни

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• azwell
• Commute

I am tired of falling asleep, tired of watching them bleed, tired of TV screens, tired of reaching for dreams. Have you noted? I am not the same I was...

Put me in a prison cell and moat it. Code me with a business name. Report it. Choke me with a windsor knot like I'm not important.

I am tired of the light of the stars with their billion dollar Benz and the yachts. They find a price for anything but a penny for your thoughts. Covered in the mussles and gauss, I asked them how they felt about God. They st-stuttered verbs and adjectives like I'm going to tell the cops.

Do you rock? Do you roll? Do you care? Whatever I want, make it two. Be a man. Down a can. Do you brawl? Do you run?

Write to me a song. Forget about the gasoline and the laws. You can't believe every sign you read. Don't "STOP," by any means, and write me a song.