Crawling: Useless knowledge pouring out and falling to the ground, your jaw drops those bombs that talk of your feelings and clichéd beliefs in peace and love man you're dreaming that Lords float above, Well do they? No, well I don't know, but I'm pretty sure they don't, Do they know? No, well I don't know anything. I'm crawling up the walls but I feel alright I'm crawling up the walls but I feel alright I've lost my sense of purpose But I'm fine I'm crawling up the walls but I feel alright...you talk of problems that are dead and rotten to the core.
Lyrics Mez/Mick
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