Mute Print

Take this record, start with self-mockery A masterwork of toilet tissue, but the words are sexy To a happy corpse, washed up, I am already I went from a romantic dream to a wet spot on the sheets Give me one last try 'til the next one more last try I'm not renting this planet, it's all mine I could not compete with my own body I pushed it too hard, it fell apart on me Give me one last try 'til the next one more last try I'm not renting this planet, it's all mine We are alone with the tranquil We are alone and it offsets fear for the nights You're upset, don't believe your eyes This mute print lies Give me one last try 'til the next one more last try I'm not renting this planet, it's all mine