Psycologicalaxative - Tamtrum

Like an old typewriter

I am looking for a good writing

All I know is that I don’t feel right — never mind

I am weary, I am bored, just like a novel

I stand for the end of the world, yes, I don’t know…

I stand for some magical wonderful things

Give me some fireflies, water

A thought that shines under the moon

I am a psychological laxative

I want to know, searchin', find something to do…

I want to tear my stomach open

I am a psychological laxative

I am a god’s laxative

I am not the one, but I stand alone

I am a psychological laxative

I want to know, searchin', find something to do…

I want to tear my stomach open

I am a psychological laxative

I am a god’s laxative

I am not the one, but I stand alone

Like an old typewriter

I am looking for a good writing

All I know is that I don’t feel right — never mind

I am weary, I am bored, just like a novel

I stand for the end of the world, yes, I don’t know…

I stand for some magical wonderful things

Give me some fireflies, water

A thought that shines under the moon

I am a psychological laxative

I want to know, searchin', find something to do…

I want to tear my stomach open

I am a psychological laxative

I am a god’s laxative

I am not the one, but I stand alone

I am a psychological laxative

I want to know, searchin', find something to do…

I want to tear my stomach open

I am a psychological laxative

I am a god’s laxative

I am not the one, but I stand alone

I wonder if I am from this planet at all, in fact

I am a psychological laxative

I want to know, searchin', find something to do…

I want to tear my stomach open

I am the inflatable doll of a frustrated god

And his sperm starts rushing to my head

I am a whore among others

And the sidewalk is getting narrow

And pull up my eyes

And pull up my eyes

And pull up my eyes

And pull up my eyes

I am a psychological laxative

I want to know, searchin', find something to do…

I want to tear my stomach open

I am a psychological laxative

I am a god’s laxative

I am not the one, but I stand alone

I am a psychological laxative

I want to know, searchin', find something to do…

I want to tear my stomach open

I am a psychological laxative

I am a god’s laxative

I am not the one, but I stand alone