Spider Monkey -

Sweet taste of collusions, don’t see all your fucking shit.

Sweet taste of

exceptions —

«Might see it coming to an end.»

Sweet smell of combustions, might see burning skies away.

Sweet smell of

pollutions —

«Might see it coming to an end.»

Becoming what I’m living for, becoming what I am.

I don’t know what I’m looking

for, but sure for none of you

I can’t stand what you guys always do.

The truth be told, l’d not stand losing

you

Becoming what is finally me: a «junkie — wannabe».

I feel addicted to only you.

I’m begging on my knees

I know where you hide, I know where you’re from.

I know you and everything and

everyone

Sweet taste of freedom.

Might see it coming to an end