Tekst:
Cruiserweight

...in the background, there's a noise. all the feet marking time in a straight line. and you can't turn back cause you're better off. you gotta maintain

: If I could break this wall down it could be my foundation, the start of me breaking the mould that I created It's good to have goals but I've got transportation

: in the hue and cry of our fear- a love drive by you're at the wheel, while i'm crouched in a bathtub, South Central, L.A. witty metaphors can't begin

: you can't lift people up when your standing on their toes if you want to ease the messes use your tongue for something apropos otherwise save the speeches

: no more picking leaves off our winter trees it never worked before it sure as hell won't anymore and you associated mildly back then but now you're

: i could make a list of all the cynical ideas i have now they're all attributed to you like "love is just another form of cancer" but contrary to what

: there was a point in my life when i'd say you could drown in a sea of sludge and it would be ok now it's possible i took it all a bit too far and my

: no more rewards when we fight but i was taken just the other night to the circus show entertainment at it's finest expectations of a great night and

: a bowling ball in water it's a chore not to sink this new life without you oh, the possiblities are fleeting and i tried so hard to engineer this trip