Deep Fried Head - Ovlov

Light mirror stained in white

The glass of what’s already molded

And I fear of what you said

In time we can forget the words instead

And I’ll take time

And I’ll take what’s already mine

And I’ll be fine

But you jogged the furthest line

And it’s time to get in better minds

The way we stop our voices

Blue wine and something you’d find fine

I’ll change the people’s voices

I’m already fine

And what is here’s not even mine

It’s not our time

But you jogged the furthest line

And you drank every drop of wine