Testo Cannot

Kind of high keeps me still

clanging on exhaustion

Kind of lie keeps me still

shouting out Objection
Kind of slag you keep

with full of smiling face

Dirty face,

no hands to grab that Reflection







Some of pricks stay there
growing up salvation

Some of tricks to cheat,

to greet, Get out of my life

I am here, here and there

to spit out Starvation

Doubt can help grow you up

It's your solution!



In my eyes,

blood spits bolting around

And I pick out one by one

In my eyes,

nothing can spell it in right way,

Now I close my book down



I cannot swallow it's spinning

Speak Deep Head

for what I wasted last

Weak Beep sneer

for what he believed in past

He cries, "look out look out"

My ear's split in two

He can't get out

get out of its breeze

How can I

react to that empty mind?