public aquarian freebase lyrics – december wolves

“breathe in not the clove that gestates with distinction…
but rather, the sophisticated stench of the clearly wounded”
a champion, certainly not at his best…
choking with personal distress… reaching reconciliation.
like a crab in the wet sand… mine and your object of obsession.
because it’s no longer the thought that counts.
hence the new twist on life as we know it…
a different mask for a different day.
it’s a tempting world we live in.
it’s sublime, without treatment or release…
a new man, from what we believe to be an excruciation of the truth.
so how many licks does it take?
…to get to the bottom of the barrel?

/ december wolves lyrics