Lights / Garbage

By Chauchat

On The Cough of a Crane

Released on 2006

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I can catch my breath

Like mice in traps

Snapping them, that's their neck

Snapping them, that's your neck

We forgot you were robbed

You were stolen from

Watch the chain

As it rolls away

How long will it be

Till expulsion

From my room

Towards the lights and all this garbage

Homelessness

Don't you trust a single soul until the victims

Don't you wish I wanted more conclusions or cuts

Hurry up, I feel something [?]

Past a pure reaction

Past a pure reaction