Lyrics
The Bud Dwyer Effect;
It takes guts and a gun
Just like Buddwyer lil’ surprise
A defect
No one’ll ever see it coming
I’m indulging myself in a strategic advance
Orchestrated by the Enemy
It dwell deep, yet grows strong, within…
(I’m working against myself?)
Everything dreadful happening, imagine how I should feel,
When realizing that it was planned
From a beginning that I don’t even recall,
You might call this a tragedy, seem more to me like simple standard habits
Wishing to be finally saved, waiting for something/someone that would order me
to follow a certain purpose with both convictions & devotions
If you’d only knew how… I’m tired of your paintings
Your bold landscapes sucks and have ceased to amaze me long ago
Be a pal and let me add a little fantasy of mine, abstraction
Scarlet red, pure… so pure
Are there any written rules related to simplicity
Of actions, of thoughts…
I guess not, so how come your judging?
You won’t the day that it will end,
drenched in vital fluids (.357)
As you are forced to witness
The spontaneity of the events,
I won’t be a bother no more?
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