Paroles: Hogwash. Fungus Fantasia. 21 Inches Sun.

Old rusty chains embrace me
Morning appears like a pebble in my shoe
Summer has gone and blood is by the sun
Summer has gone
By a 21 inches sun
Merciless light is climbing my body
absolute silence awakens the me
A blues hardly whispered
Is the landscape of my dreams
Summer has gone and blood is by the sun
Summer has gone
By a 21 inches sun
I don't want to face this day
I can't face this fucking day
Beautiful loser
I don't want to face this day
I can't face this fucking day
Beautiful loser