Guttermen

By Deep October

Released on May 17, 2016

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[Verse 1]

Ride to this melody, clear your mind

I picture us naked this placement and time

Scars on your body, the brown and your iris

A blue from my drip to your eyelids and cry

Silence is golden, promises broken

Make me relate metaphors in my mind

[?] evoking, called locomotive station

I wait for a train to come by

With I related my conscious thoughts

Which I create is the box it up

(The circle I leave with, circumference is drinking)

I tried to configure them figures in businеss

[?] in digits for children to live with

They may bе for instance

These theories I figured and figured this out

Put an end to our ignorance, god


[Chorus]

Shallow game, strong

Live is what you make it [?] that is all wrong

Be careful who you play with because you may just get lost

The gutters of the basement, and that mattress ain't soft

Nations of shallow game strong

Live is what you make it [?] that is all wrong

Be careful who you play with because you may get lost

The gutters of the basement, and that mattress ain't soft

The nations of [?]


[Verse 2]

Ride to this melody, take you a breath

Sex on amphetamines

Pressure me, yes

The less that I draw, the more I withdrawal

From reality, gravity sketch I obsess

I'm I must say [?], death will be best

If I must say, I'm a wreck and a mess

Fuck yeah, I reckon a wreck in his test and no wonder get [?]

Imagine what it's like, imagine how it feels

To have a back and spine

To crack them as they heal

If nobody listens, I might have condition

My mind and my body to sit here in prison

And stare at the sky that is off in the distance

And lay down and die laying waste to a vision, god


[Outro]

Shallow game, strong

Live is what you make it [?] that is all wrong

Be careful who you play with because you may just get lost

The gutters of the basement, and that mattress ain't soft

Nations of shallow game strong

Live is what you make it [?] that is all wrong

Be careful who you play with because you may get lost

The gutters of the basement, and that mattress ain't soft

The nations of [?]