Tracks 1 & 2 from first demo by Ex-Punk-Roll

2. Hallucinogetic Cop 1

1. Brand New Phone 1

4. Last One

3. State of Rocket

Everything in the city seems dream and easy,
Like someone painted it,
I should form my eyes into the ground I sneeze,
And it's an emotion I pick above the pine needles I sit,

Will this line ever make a song or will it fade into the next,
The ink run into the paper to from some form of mess,
This is what she asked him standing on the corner,
Of disappoint & man trying to touch hands,

There was a missing brick down at the bottom of the wall,
Where a little noise and dust could be heard and seen,
Coming from the basement of lost and stolen dreams,

For this is where they burn them so they do not interfere,
The smoke and fumes rise up out the chimney top,
Where crows and bats are waiting and silently bating,
[To breath in deeply and out into the night],
Stars twinkle down through the atmosphere,
[Make bits of air dance and turn the breeze into music],

Music makes the world a mathematical equation,
And the only ones of us who can see it are the blind and the dreamers,
The only ones of us ho can see it are the blind and the dreamers.

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