Letras:
The Hundred In The Hands

: I spit a fierce confusion Amok, I kick sick with the flies The demons are all in collusion The young boys all fires and lies I'm caught in the quip

: Come out, follow me I'll show you something Eyes like X-ray specks Expecting nothing In constellations It's only everything No, no one knows But it

: Saturday comes, Sunday comes, we go Saturday comes, Sunday comes, we go (repeat) Kicking on the edge of town Counting all the pigeons down Walking

: The North-Forth Luxury Condominiums Are not getting built Not getting built All the neighbors watch her halted developments Haunted by the movements

: Wasting time, wasting time My heartbeat Beats like a tom tom 4 A.M. You bang the drum The clock beats Beats along It gets so hot in my head But I

won't come Through water damaged bloodshot eyes The fleeting triumphs, brazen lies All seem to mingle into one I read your name under words in your elegant hand

these photos from my hands Please just take these photos from my hands Please just take these photos from my hands Please just take these photos from my hands

Absolve your sins That eat you little by little The dust settles into Arms of hope I'd break if you'd fold a little We languish in the sun Broken hands

I spit a fierce confusion Amok, I kick sick with the flies The demons are all in collusion The young boys all fires and lies I'm caught in the quip and