No es posible distinguir las facilidades de una cultura decadente y sombria, aún cuando se torna como un funky attack, y despues de las celebraciones "patrioticas" todo regresa a la normalidad everything in it's right place......... y todo lo que ahora se puede decir...

Can't you see what you've done to my heart,
and soul?
This is a wasteland now


Slow hands

Yeah but nobody searches
And nobody cares somehow
When the loving that you've wasted
Comes raining from a hapless cloud
Then I might stop and look upon your face
Disappear in the sweet, sweet gaze
See the living that surrounds me
Dissipate in a violet place

Can't you see what you've done to my heart,
and soul?
This is a wasteland now

We spies, we slow hands
You put the weights all around yourself
We spies, oh yeah we slow hands
You put the weights all around yourself

I submit my incentive is romance
I watch the pole dance of the stars
We rejoice because the hurting is so painless
From the distance of passing cars
But I am married to your charms and grace
I just go crazy like the good old days
You make me want to pick up a guitar
And celebrate the myriad ways that I love you

Can't you see what you've done to my heart,
and soul?
This is a wasteland now

We spies, yeah we slow hands
You put the weights all around yourself
We spies, oh yeah we slow hands
Killer, for hire you know not yourself

We spies, we slow hands
You put the weights all around yourself
We spies, oh yeah we slow hands
We retire like nobody else
We spies, intimate slow hands
Killer for hire you know not yourself
We spies, intimate slow hands
You let the face slap around herself


Chequen el °britt daniels remix de esta rola esta bastante chida

Tchus