I can feed From the angel On down here To blow my mind I'm away From the nail All we be Will come alive And you are My horrid Rotten rings are wrong
[words 4/2-99, music 97-98] Abstract tears to the ground Soft years of melancholy A draft of inner advice To welcome the strangers neighbor A vast, swift
Prevod: Melvins. Fool, vmešavanje Idiot.