Hitting a Wall Songtext
von Fog

Hitting a wall blood in the mouth (coffee violence), some days it′s like it's flattened.
Picking of teeth with toenails, eyeballs locked into position.
I want to take a nap, i want to watch tv.
I want to sit and stare and stare and stare and think of elsewhere.
Hitting a wall some days it′s like it's flattened.
Picking your teeth with toenails, eyeballs locked into position.