It wouldn?t work,it?s getting stronger
Can?t be controlled any longer
Theres only guilt,there is no feeling of beauty left
What was so free is getting locked up
Emotion-motion is dead stopped
There?s just remorse,there is no hunger,no craving left
But I see what you mean-I wish I was 16
I?m not there ,only choking
It shuts down when I?m toking
On the air,the musky odors of yesterday
Only numb,growing colder
Don?t need heat to make this solder