Gry. Coctailsm. Zeneszám

To grow I have to kill
And steal my oxagen
Escaping into kisses
Sometimes sounds like soda
In here it?s nearly holy
We only steal each other
The atmosphere is frightened
Recycle is a zero
It?s oxygen on soda
It?s oxygen and tonic
Sometimes makes me drunk
Inhale me

We share it all. We share it all.

To live I have to die
But remain a mortal frame
Escaping into touch
That?s bodybuilding me
Foundation is a gas
Aroma enter kharma
Like oxygen on soda
Sometimes makes me drunk

We share it all. We share it all.