Color of GoldTry to pull my acne out
You know what is all about
Push a little bit harder
I can stand this pain
As long as you show me the white thing
On your finger under your nail
Keep it clean
Dull DolphinsI love being free from bunch of dull things
I love being free from dark frosty mornings
From hatred inside
That nourished by day
Where sickening sentences I’m forced to say
Common sense dictates you gather
I don’t want to even bother
Funky TownGotta make a move to a town that's right for me.
Town to keep me movin',
keep me groovin' with some energy.
Well, I talk about it, talk about it,
talk about it, talk about it.
Talk about, talk about, talk about movin'.
Gotta move on.
Gotta move on.
Greenfield's SceneryI want to hear the noises in my head
What would you recommend?
A little bit of motivation
To turn the lyrics into passion
And rise above the mediocrity galore
To prove you wrong
You're wrong I'm pretty useful tool
Porn Must Go OnSaw her in a corner many years ago
All giggling and smiling I knew she’s good to go
Surprise - She’ also found me alright
I proved she’s no wrong on the one drunken night
She’s the prettiest girl in a million rooms
I thought she’s insanely stunning
Though she’s all exposed in mind-blowing pose
Self-Bullshitting ProphecyOne day you’ll have a doubt
If you’re pretty or not
If you’re smart enough to talk
Fit just right to simply walk
Every day I ask myself
If I’m worthy whatsoever
To be taken as equal,