Peru

Tequila on a sunrise
Like suicide while looking into god’s eyes
New day starting but the ending of your life
No dogs barking but your kidney’s like a rottweiler
The vikings called, said they want their drug back
We always had a thing for dying and heart attacks
And mine’s beating like a Ruppel’s griffon close to the sun
I hope she knows bout my condition but I hope it’s not for long
Complex bars hiding my love
Like Bowie, and her stardust reminds me of above
Metaphors is like a haze, like smok
Acid tought me how to aim, like faith, fuck hope
Wak up to your tidal time alarm clock
You get the papers but you can’t buy the woods with gold rocks
Questioning real life (teaching your children how to die)
Pig’s life (killing your sons just to buy)
Ex-eyes (you were a son in your past life)
You’re wearing Ray-Bans (filtering pigs through fake eyes)
Rays hence (shooting from planes cause your high)
Fake lands (borders built up from real lies)
When you think you know it all you don’t have a clue
You can’t see the people from a presidential view
When you think you’ve reached the afterglow you really break through
Wanna realize the truth?
Then go down to Peru