Boxing about

the flowers of your madman
may strat to grow in your heart
it's been in you, not confident
but in the naked city
i spot it in the dark

whore memories have taken
the vaccinations from your box
from pockets of no stoppage
the madness of the factories

i need more defiance
your prayer_come on sing it to me
the tower of your madness
why?
it makes me die

any style is blues
everthing is what we may lose
your innocence is pale
standing to my hammer and nail

so drive/not drive
just nail it not paying to mind
the time-not times
no celing no walls or deadlines
to find/not find
i'm failing to keep you in mind
but i'm getting much better
i'm getting much better