The S.L.P. (Sergio Lorenzo Pizzorno)
Meanwhile... at the Welcome Break
(slowthai)
Seeing a thousands lives
Heroes always die
I fight the things complex they seem
Compel my mind
I live the life with no meaning
I found nothing to believe in
Voice inside keeps screaming
You only let her out on the weekend
Drunken lines and nose dives
24 times I died
Forgot the good feeling
Compromise my instincts
Like a dog on a leash you take the lead
Out spoken when I agreed
I found nothing that I’m needing
You only let me out on the weekend
Chewing on my tongue like it’s bubblegum
You blew a bubble and it popped
I was hushed by the lack of oxygen
I’ve got a canister of noise
I front and act like I’m confident
I get a compliment and blush
The welcome break; can we stop here
I’ve got to drop the kids off
Out the window like a pawn
Pass the service, should have stopped
Open book put your guard up
Don’t bother me because I’m high
Lump in my throat and I’m chocking
My friend’s feeding me the rope
Like it numb and paired cos the cocaine
Whatever floats boat