On Broken Wings - Six Hundred Cubic Centimeters Lyrics
the sound of aprimate. the offensiveof attemptingto create illusionswith goals ofappearing larger toan enemy. but canyou dance like ingrid cold?my arm hair standson end. i've gotsome questions,and i want them answered.am i nothing more than an upright ape?built in defenses,heartbeat increasesan ape with shame,and an ego to match