2 acessos
Welcome to planet pod
Where insects sound like lasers
And men who wear abrasive hats
With eyeballs judge like juries
And skin that flakes like ancient paint
Suffocate contentment
Birds creep over tin roofs
Like criminals with tap shoes
Stain the glass with windows
Extortionate and cold stare
We're much preferred customers
And honestyly i don't care
You'll get a chance, another chance, one more sun
Drape the concrete curtains, over empty spaces
Age is just a number drawn on empty faces...sun...sun...