Tekstovi: Tamtrum. Psycologicalaxative.

Like an old typewriter,
I am looking for a good writing
All I know is that I don't feel right - nevermind
I am weary, I am bored, just like a novel
I stand for the end of the world, yes I don't know...
I stand for some magical wonderful things.
Give me some fireflies, water,
A thought that shines under the moon.

I am a psycological laxative.
I want to know, searchin', find something to do...
I want to tear my stomach open.
I am a psycological laxative,
I am a god's laxative.
I am not the one, but I stand alone... x2

Like an old typewriter,
I am looking for a good writing
All I know is that I don't feel right - nevermind
I am weary, I am bored, just like a novel
I stand for the end of the world, yes I don't know...
I stand for some magical wonderful things.
Give me some fireflies, water,
A thought that shines under the moon.

I am a psycological laxative.
I want to know, searchin', find something to do...
I want to tear my stomach open.
I am a psycological laxative,
I am a god's laxative.
I am not the one, but I stand alone... x2

I wonder if I am from this planet at all, in fact.
I am a psykological laxative.
I want to know, searchin', find something to do...
I want to tear my stomach open.
I am the inflatable doll of a frustrated god
And his sperm starts rushing to my head.
I am a whore among others,
And the sidewalk is getting narrow.

And pull up my eyes... x4

I am a psycological laxative.
I want to know, searchin', find something to do...
I want to tear my stomach open.
I am a psycological laxative,
I am a god's laxative.
I am not the one, but I stand alone... x2

(Thanks to Junky for these lyrics)