I can smell the poetry
long before
a single word is spoken
when you remember everything
you do have a problem
when you remember some
you`ll be fine
a thousand hearts on fire
at the end of
the cul de sac of life
won`t change a thing
I`m a slave to none
I can hear the quiet
before
the storm sets in
as you enter the ultimate organic fields
as you trespass every letter of privacy
dirty feet criss-crossing the aura
on an unsuspecting
peaceful soul
a thousand hearts on fire
at the end of
the cul de sac of life
won`t change a thing
I`m a slave to none
a thousand hearts on fire
at the end of
the cul de sac of life
won`t change a thing
I`m a slave to none
I`m a slave to none
