Tony Baloni Posted July 13, 2010 Report Share Posted July 13, 2010 Mutant Dogs From Hell recording It’s a beautiful morning but I can’t help like feeling that all of me isn’t here to enjoy it smoking a chlorine soaked cigarette speeding up the rate at which i’m burnin to death Why do we torture our minds? Why do we leave everything we love behind? It’s a beautiful day Everyone’s got important places they wanna go, and they’re all on their way The Sun is up in the sky Burnin so bright that hurts, yet part of me wishes I was that high Why do we torture our minds? Why do we leave everything we learn behind? It’s a beautiful midnight The club is alive with the rush of endorphins gushing through every synapse but mine And the girls are sirens Working the curves like a surrealization of all of your most fervent Desires I think back to the evening, when I was Anticipating, now sitting and waiting for someone to come, stop me from leaving the comfort of unexplained bliss, to the throes where the mildew grows on the frozen pipes that rattle and twist We are the Mutant Dogs from Hell Barkin at those who we think have the power to release us into the magic spell Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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