EXTRA KOOL - Gasoline Dreams lyrics

rate me

This is my dream, not the type where I lose sleep, but the type where my

Neaighbors don't cook crack in the night, I want to bed happy and kill all

The

Sheep,

But no one else seems to shit as the rest of the world stand knee deep in

Blood

And bloded hypocrite's.

It's gasoline dream, cook the rocks I'm just a mute, I smell ammonia in the

Hallway, the neaighbors howl like prostitutes.

I keeps it under my tongue, he kills the walls with power tools, still

Awake I

Can't sleep, his walls shake my living room.

I can hear his voice trickle down the back of my head, shivers lost, my

Eyes are

Dry, I'm lying vexed in my bed.

It's not me that's just a hostage, his whole life is crystal meth, I only

Pray to

Beg unconscious, an old man to quick death.

He starts to moan, breaking everything, arms show where track sit, a tortured

Life burns gas, he hopes to find his wrists slit.

In a pretty boys world, except I walk with ugly sticks, he sells his life for

Drug deals, then he lies the fucking hypocrite.

It's gasoline dream- pretty people never die

It's gasoline dream- he lives his life up in the sky

It's gasoline dream- he lost his youth and wonders why

It's gasoline dream- he doesn't so why should I?

It's little Marcel, on his way to the glue factory, I'll slam my fingers

In the

Door, I'm living happily.

Just another tortured soul lost in track marks, listen soft, he drags his

Limbs,

As I'm sitting in the dark.

I can hear his every word slightly cussed through slamming doors, shattered

Glass it symbols nothing as he shivers across the floor.

Barley sprung he lifts his arms as he starts his tail spin, burns his

Rocks to

Pass out, mouth painted in thin grins. AHHHHHHH!

He tops it all off, he drinks his smiles to show abuse, shows his needles

In his

Arms, his mouth is full of antibuse.

He's just so pretty like the people in my neighborhood, this world's a bad

Dream, and it's just so understood.

It's gasoline dreams, eyes closed, I'm just a mute, I watch a life we

Built from

Cobwebs,

A walking coffin's absolute, I keeps it under my thumb, a loaded mouth that

Loves to shoot,

Subtle hearts I hear him coughing, still except no substitutes,

I'm just a lonely boy's smile, still draped in common sense, I hold

Disaster in

My palms,

As I bleed my complements, he starts to moan, never ending a simple life

That's

Blacked out,

He sold he's blood for tracked skin with the pipe inside his mouth,

Keeps the fingers ever ready encase he's got to scrap some more,

Boiled lust from a spoon plays the roll of carnivore, sold his love for a

Fix,

Tells the tales across his arms,

A stolen night to pass sin, as he stairs on to his scars, a comfort zone that

Win, as he wonders where we are