422 (Matt Karmil Remix) Lyrics

I was feeling younger
As the days were passing me by
All the feelings are all on the rhythm
They were really wrongYou won't find a snitch where you go
Cause the snakes will grow
And the colder the shoulders will show
Drops your skin like clothesWhen the doubt has finally spread
The will is getting off our heads
When they have taken all they can
Then this will be the end of man
And we're never close
Thoughts that curl up your toes
All the bullshit that gets up your nose
And we made a choice
Thoughts that curl up your toes
All the horseshit that's getting too closeLike birds of prey
We shed our feathers
Every single day

In every kind of weatherAnd we believe the rain
Has come to set you aside
And we can take a play
Of this note there's no doubtCause that is just the type of thing
But we are fed of your regimes
A cookie blueprint lies in pose
You try the blanket from my knees
And we're never close
Thoughts that curl up your toes
All the bullshit that gets up your nose
And we made a choice
Thoughts that curl up your toes
All the horseshit that's getting too closeAnd we're never close
Thoughts that curl up your toes
All the bullshit that gets up your nose
And we made a choice
Thoughts that curl up your toes
All the horseshit that's getting too closeLike birds of prey
Every single day
I was feeling younger
As the days... passed me by
All the feelings are all on the rhythm
You won't find a snitch where you go
Cause the snakes will grow
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