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| Pan (Bloem/Chielie) download mp3 (10.856 kB) file includes lyric (embedded ID3v2 synchronized) The knife in shades of brown, ragged, dumped and battered But royal in his stance aside a ring of fire Hunt him down, never tire The surge of straight society Is pinning your gaze to reality Let go – there is more to do I’ve got more to show you Like: never overestimate yourself A schizofrenic glaze in the eyes of the man who drives around On four flat tires Your sister cuffed with ironwire And found a few weeks later by the remnants of the fireplace He built to light the blaze of passion They should shoot him now The gain could never be higher Never underestimate them either Bottle after bottle of pain after lust I’ll drink up, no worries, and catch the wind’s every gust Then, dusting down, my horns will rise Amidst my moonlit flutter there will be terror in my eyes In my eyes It’s a dark beach, a very long one, if you walk it alone And it’s pretty bad to see the sun moves faster than you And it’s taking your bone You want to lie down, but it’s getting colder And the water is deep all around The blur of white in front of you Is the length of non-existant poison ivy And the faces in the grey Staring at you from a past as bleak as the day Are as much of a nutcase as we There must be more than my eyes can see Give us eyes and let us look Write us words of wisdom in a book We shall buy it ’til it’s vanished from the shelves But bending down on both sides our minds are our hides There is so much crap, so do not trust Sanctify madness, and die if you must We have both had enough, there is only so much One can put on a postcard, that is, if you write as such |