Inventing Dreams - I Don't Care | Текст песни

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• Inventing Dreams
• I Don't Care

Faces, feces... Who the hell knows the difference?
The green times are coming. The peas have gone past their expiry date.
So feel the odor of my faces
Where the grace is the color of death.
Your decisions, superstions. Leave the viosions to my bottle now.

Ooh, the dreams come alive before you know it
B-b-before you say \"a blueberry pie\".
Why would I lie to you, people with lovely faces?
I'm like a cat who knows not what it chases
I have no intention to bring a misconception
To your perfect world of senseless rotten disconnection

So you're screaming all your lungs out
Oh, quit wasting your air on shit!
Better fill your glass that might as well be your last
Or maybe not for all I know.
But what I know for sure - my head is full of fuck,
Oh I can't take this crap no more.
And if it takes too long, I'll be a mindless schmuck.
Have I mentioned one thing before?

Ooh, the dreams come alive before you know it
B-b-before you say \"a blueberry pie\".
Why would I lie to you, people with lovely faces?
I'm like a cat who knows not what it chases
I have no intention to bring a misconception
To your perfect world of senseless rotten disconnection

Ooh, the dreams come alive before you know it
B-b-before you say \"a blueberry pie\".
Why would I lie to you, people with lovely faces?
I'm like a cat who knows not what it chases
I have no intention to bring a misconception
To your perfect world of senseless rotten disconnection