ŞARKI SÖZÜ
Easy I flake out as
I speak the words that my soul don't wanna say
Changing my colors as focus brings out
My subtle shades of grey
Well it's the brain child from the histile, people of the rock
Got 66 rounds of schizophrenic sounds
Yet I stress in the realm of the mental
No rental cause for applause like yental
Gentle on the wire 'cause I rock the gondola
A string habitat
Spare me no room for the fat
Pat the ground with the head that much prefer the clouds
The mind of the Pahrisee is subject to the gravity
We must avoid the gravity
Don't show ya heads 'round here 'cause you're bound to lose 'em
The strain will make ya choose 'em
