Station Songtext
von Alan Sparhawk

I can please myself
I can please myself with the little things I surround myself with
I can please myself with the little things that I seek out
Seek out

I can please myself with the things I seek out
Seek out
I can please myself with the things I seek out, surround myself
I can please myself with the things I seek out, seek out

Torn red
Caradine
Down with heaven
Even-sanded

Underrented
Sheep and wool ray
I′m no breakin'
Preaching eases


Sore important
All converted
He′s an agent
Even one

I can't repeat it
I can't repeat it
I can′t repeat it

On the mouths of many
Saving Jesus water
Calm in the face of annihilation
Cutting the wall it came in

I ain′t got any roles here
I am the teller of the causage-age
I get chased in both crosshairs
I got my jaws in my carrion

I covered my teeth in my severin'
I got my seven by seven rules
I covered my face in my gospel book
And I had them all frozen in my blood

There instead
You′ve gotta make it thick
No need of exposé
Maybe we don't got to say it


No fool hears what I said
For read sit back stereo
All years it was so plain
I′ve been waiting to bring back this chain, ooh

I ain't gotta exchange that wonder
Who′s the Kodak, I want sleeping Keena
All the torn out the blown out achiever
All the walls and the days as they tease of
I'm born every day

I'm all over that thing
I′m all over that thing
I′m all over that thing
I'm all over that

Even more, my chest more stabbed
All I know is there is more blood
More sleep at least achieved
White roses, my God

All I know it there is more blood
White roses, my God
White roses, my God
White roses, my God
White roses, my God
White roses, my God