Shamanic illness - The Unliquid | Текст песни

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• Shamanic illness
• The Unliquid

I can't see rusty chains, baby
I can't see, But I'm slave
It's my soul-searching time, but I
Stuck in a rut and feel low.

Step on it, dust from wheel shut in
My snows of yesteryear
Here and now, seems so real, baby
Tear along the sunbeams.

Fast faster, it's too late back up, point of no return,
Horse-mill burn down with car exhaust
I'm sorry, so sorry, disappointing you, yeah
My sweetheart monetary trap!