John West Testo

Now if you take a number
You want it
You want it and wait
His hands are clean
We think
Now if you spare the time
To infultrate
The flashing lights appear again and again...
You're gonna see
That these cuts run so deep
Upon the street
Pylons of meat
Racing your atrophy
Please, don't ever leave
Don't ever leave
Just wanna be
Scrapbooks are outlasting me
Don't honor this fate
I heard a silent film star laughing today
As talking seemed so fucking out of place
You know I couldn't write
Due to nothing to say
I can't wait
You're gonna see
That these cuts run so deep
Upon the street
Pylons of meat
Racing your atrophy
Please, don't ever leave
Don't ever leave
Just want to be