Talking Props - The Void

I feel I feel I feel the void
Its deep its deep, like your scissors
I cringe, I cringe, I see the void
I can't resist, I can't, your call
Remember the game we played
We threw ourself at cars
Remember the away game
We went through windshields
And standing in the sidewalk, I through myself at cars
Ill take ill take ill take the jump
How much more, until cold concrete?
I cringe, I cringe, I cringe, I see the floor
I can't resist, I can't, your call
Remember the game we played
We threw ourself from high
Remember the home game
We went through buildings
Standing in the last floor, I throw myself at ground
Sidewalks
Skyscrapers
I should avoid
The call from the Void
Standing in the sidewalk, I throw myself at cars
The wheel, the wheel, has its own mind
It swerves, it swerves onto other cars
I cringe, I cringe, I cringe, increasing speed
I can't resist, I can't; your call!
Remember the game we played
We threw ourself at cars
Remember the away game
We went like lightning
Both hands on the wheel and non in my mind!
Sidewalks
Skyscrapers
I should avoid
The call from the Void
Standing in the sidewalk, I throw myself at cars
Standing in the sidewalk, I throw myself at cars
GO!

Written by:
Gaston Montes

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