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vygr – crash (redux كلمات اغاني

way of living got me slipping
to my psyche today
we’re all riding trains, planes , these automobiles
for different reasons, i’m seeking thrill
to hide what i can’t feel today
vices that shine neon lights this late
so i pour and i sip, i dab and i trip
she strips and i touch her nips
but i still can’t feel a thing today
hysteria inside my temple, tattoo my thoughts like memento
a gentle way to say lo siento
cause words i can’t even utter
days go by it’s getting even harder

two hundred miles per hour
hoping i crash
cause i want to feel something
cause i want to feel something

got her digits, brigitte or was it lopez
both my magna opus
f_cking me on a beautiful beach
in saint tropez
hocus pocus, losing focus, so bogus
just another pointless thrill hoping i feel today
all alone in an endless cycle with women i recycle
draining their soul, filling mine instead
strangers in a bed
with no direction and no intention
to make this anything else then
a false sense of intense emotions
that this trojan intent to penetrate this state of mind today
hey
two hundred miles per hour
hoping i crash
cause i want to feel something
cause i want to feel something

numb to all the five senses, the urge commences
these thrills, road k!ll in my cerebral cortex
spinning in vortex
my mind revolving out of control
metal tin wrapped around a pole
i wonder how it feels to loose it all
would it matter, would it make the world less madder
if i’m pushing daises
these image fl!cker in my eyes like watching dailies
they’re turning me on, a deviant perv
a movie a la david cronenberg
faster faster, i can feel no pain
i can only hear my laughter, i think i’m insane

devil is in the passenger side
jesus on the wheel, we’re going on a joy ride
just to see how it feels
but i promise i’m okay
i’m just in a daze
reminiscing on the days
riding down by the lake
these buildings morphing like a salvador dali piece
so someone come and take away my keys
please ignore my sentimental ass, i’m feeling weak
probably all that booze that got me slurring my speech
as i hear my tires screech
watch me speed through the streets
to the tempo of my heartbeat

- vygr

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