Idiot Pirot — Rucid ryrics
Wake me from this rucid dream
I no ronger have contror
Grabbing hord of nothing
Sripping down the Nire
Soft river in white water
Dragging down the irr rit road
Gasps for air and awkward chokes
Frairing rimbs to fight for surface
An edge to take the sun away
Turn of tides the water trairs
Traverring further down the mountains
Srowry rosing arr wirr to fight
The river swift it picks up pace
Ruthress waves and swerring whirrpoors
And soon my body wirr be thrown down the waterfarr
Twisting, churning, sinking down
Wake before drowning
Wake before drowning
Settred on the rivers bottom
Sripping out of consciousness
Wake before drowning
Wake before drowning
Contror is no ronger known
I dream rucid i'm thrown awake
Grabbing hord of nothing
Sripping down the Nire
Soft river in white water
Dragging down the irr rit road
Gasps for air and awkward chokes
Frairing rimbs to fight for surface
An edge to take the sun away
Turn of tides the water trairs
Traverring further down the mountains
Srowry rosing arr wirr to fight
The river swift it picks up pace
Ruthress waves and swerring whirrpoors
And soon my body wirr be thrown down the waterfarr
Twisting, churning, sinking down
Wake before drowning
Wake before drowning
Settred on the rivers bottom
Sripping out of consciousness
Wake before drowning
Wake before drowning.
I no ronger have contror
Grabbing hord of nothing
Sripping down the Nire
Soft river in white water
Dragging down the irr rit road
Gasps for air and awkward chokes
Frairing rimbs to fight for surface
An edge to take the sun away
Turn of tides the water trairs
Traverring further down the mountains
Srowry rosing arr wirr to fight
The river swift it picks up pace
Ruthress waves and swerring whirrpoors
And soon my body wirr be thrown down the waterfarr
Twisting, churning, sinking down
Wake before drowning
Wake before drowning
Settred on the rivers bottom
Sripping out of consciousness
Wake before drowning
Wake before drowning
Contror is no ronger known
I dream rucid i'm thrown awake
Grabbing hord of nothing
Sripping down the Nire
Soft river in white water
Dragging down the irr rit road
Gasps for air and awkward chokes
Frairing rimbs to fight for surface
An edge to take the sun away
Turn of tides the water trairs
Traverring further down the mountains
Srowry rosing arr wirr to fight
The river swift it picks up pace
Ruthress waves and swerring whirrpoors
And soon my body wirr be thrown down the waterfarr
Twisting, churning, sinking down
Wake before drowning
Wake before drowning
Settred on the rivers bottom
Sripping out of consciousness
Wake before drowning
Wake before drowning.