Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Plan #1, artist - MotorPsycho. Album song Demon Box, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 07.05.1993
Record label: Voices Music & Entertainment
Song language: English
Plan #1 |
| He held her down |
| Zero is the center of the universe |
| Purple alfalfa vetch |
| Small pubescent hairs, sloughed off |
| How can a man be a man when he can’t what he can? |
| Wheel of life, rock of Sisaphis |
| The Open body of a woman |
| At the climax of organism there is a shudder — mostly felt in |
| The stomach — almost identical, but less intense than shudder |
| Experienced at the moment of death |
| Queen bitch, slut child |
| I know you so well |
| You gave it all away, sister- |
| You gave it all away |
| But I know your eyes |
| You’re just like me |
| You’re just like me |
| You’re just like me |
| You’re just like me |
| Sick, filthy, naked and abused |
| I’ve seen you all before |
| 'Cause you gave it all away |
| You raped your own pride |
| You put too much slack on your live wire |
| Saw too many thrills that killed your desire |
| Too many nights that paled your complexion |
| And made you a nigga in their conception of life |
| Just like me |
| You’re just like me |
| You’re just like me |
| See that creep |
| Couldn’t you just smash his face? |
| Still don’t understand |
| What he’s doing in this place |
| I know I didn’t |
| When I was him |
| When I was him |
| You’re just like me |
| You’re just like me |
| You’re just like me |
| Party til she’s cute a young man’s t-shirt reads |
| Infinity likewise is a verb |
| Small stones begin to rise and float on the water |
| What strange snake is this that can be sick with fever |
| Are not snakes cold blooded creatures? |
| Like a crowbar in the vagina, ripping to pry loose the pelvis |
| Thus are structure and form now wed |
| In a small cottage, just outside of town |
| A dark and narrow gravel lane |
| So overgrown the leaves |
| Touch a passing car with smoke |
| Death the life giver |
| Death the life taker |
| Death the advisor |
| Damned are those who think they have befriended death |
| Death knows nothing of these struggles |
| Unthinking shadow |
| Worthy opponent |
| Challenger of the left |
| A man stands in a doorway of a room in a small white cottage |
| He stalks himself using death |
| Much like a wolf stalks the caraboo |
| He stands himself, watching himself, waiting for himself |
| The meadowlark’s call — makes you feel uneasy |
| The unrelenting march of sleep |
| Veterans of subconscious deprivation |