een oudje...
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The thing that drives me still
Is that I haven't accomplished it
Since you're looking for the kill
Free of fear, free of doubt
I can hear the whispers flow out
Out of your tongue...
My feelings are gushing
When I myself am not
Since you're still silently hushing
Green painted leaf, clowded blue sky
I can hear the tingles in loops
Out of your tongue...
I know I'm not hallucinating
While proof I have not
Just...
Be still
Can you hear this
Maybe you can
Sit still
Can you hear this
If you will...
Gently you're shouting
Softly you're sceraming
And still times just fly by
'Cause I can hear the mourns of silence
Out of your tongue...
A fool's hope is a tired fist
Soar hands though never feel pain
'Cause tonguelanguage is the wrist
Stream in, strung out
I can hear the bubbles pop...loud
Out of your tongue...
It's not you I wanna hear
It's always gonna be your tongue
Pure pleasure is bold yet sincere
As if your tongue is made out of chocolate
Those sounds you must not fight it
Those sticky noises coming out
Out of your tongue...
Taste it...