Johnson
The rearranged words and constant processions
Meandering thoughts and stolen professions.
They're calling for you, oh magic cyclops They shine the machines - the ones that
you love.
It's worry-free days and constant impressions
Mechanical smiles and friends all alike.
1 | Covered Up In Mines |
2 | In Such Crooked Time |
3 | Breathe Deep Not Loud |
4 | Blisters May Come |
5 | Rock and Roll Eyes |
6 | Most Everyone Will Find |
7 | All Your Farewells |