evolution takes no prisoners

all I can hear is jupiter jazz, and i wait for you to die again
i should think about qutting, that whole stabbing thing...

he's going to go look for his woman, and he can't come back there's no place.
he doesn't understand it either
but I think I do
such a feeling, such an existence, of luck and looking always right in front of you

a man plays a sax and I feel tears, cause I know nobody makes it after all...

both of us are looking for grim but mine i found and I can't hear his song
his plays a sax while while mine plays an axe written by a man that's real
who wouldn't like mr. saxophone?




Till Next 5am
An thou do no harm, do as thou wilt; and that shall be the whole of the law