Al Cool

The spaceport lies at the railway station my eyes in the mist i reach the speed of light oh around my body in a frame of dream an impressionist painting out of focus at first i was afraid and i was falling on my knees my soul possessed by headache and mental decay then i heard the voice of my inner self oh half dead on my bed creating a new god piece of flesh i’m your guide you just have to obey the way i’ve drawn for you will lead you to decay à boire ! a waste of bottles a new medication the walls try to speak to my stellar mind i’m feeling so high in my cell of plasma supreme happiness sealed by vomit at first i was afraid and i was falling on my knees my soul possessed by headache and mental decay then i heard the voice of my inner self oh half dead on my bed creating a new god ah ! funky player disco funky player