The city sleeps disturbed Boots filled with lead A dimension of beauty Mobilized within my head All the sellers parade Souls apart to those hell Gas stations as churches Hold fuel forever still
You make me lose my head Dream of what might be Sculpt and tumble me As the rain transcends Teach potential Flip the script around Autodidact Teach me one thing
There's nothing more I can do Dream of what might be Praise be to the gods of the east Who bow down in front of me All the sellers parade Souls apart to those hell Gas stations as churches Gold fuel forever still
You make me lose my head Dream of what might be Sculpt and tumble me As the rain transcends Teach potential Flip the script around Autodidact Teach me one thing
