"I have to be an old man, that's all." I can't protect myself and I buy the stuff I need. I get my vitamins but still I feel greed. "Are you happy here honey, are you happy sleeping with us?" I walk along the tracks, the more I smoke the more I think. Spontaneous attacks a**ults me when I drink. I treapa** and I steal what others fougt to find, an egg planned on a wheel appears within my mind... "Are you happy here honey, are you happy sleeping with us?" I threw away the past, broken porcelain. Little and the vast, my miserable refrain.
I can't reject myself, the answer's never no. I tried to simplify what's going on below. I threw away the past, broken porcelain. Little and the vast, my miserable refrain. I threw away the past, the paper and the gla**. The broken porcelain, little and the vast. My miserable refrain... "God forgive me..." "God forgive me..." "...but an old person without money is pathetic" I threw away the past, the paper and the gla**. The broken porselain, the little and the vast. My miserable refrain...