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Текст песни Life's junk bin (записано летом 2002 года)

Spirit condition mirror'd on shadow i cast
What works aimlessly blood pump in the chest
In demanding caress body it set in placid languor
After stimulated merriment remainin to hanker

Aural organ absorbing energy from tha ear phone
Music entertains mind buildin the reserved dome
Every thy step leaves initiation or junk b-hind
On preference ya stare with needless thou blind

Someone approaches spreadin pungent odor
Feels like the slow soul burnin smell
Artificiality borders becomin broader
Nobody can convince opinionated swell

Idleness affectin process of cognition
Thyself deprive of knowledge ammunition
Fate already whispers revealing its plan
But thou throw this to the life's junk can

Life's garbage bin, life's junk bin
Things on which thou 'ere not keen
Miss'd opportunities, lost chances
Things on which ya took pellucid glances

What u've seen, was not interested in
Is being stored in your life's garbage bin

The biggest muscle turnin into loofah
Thou with machine like child with soother
Brain's impulses reach the high peak
Body's becomin a thin fragile stick

Past not always a nice companion
Thinks ol' man analyzin past time scenes
Talkin with the past usin today idiom
It hurts with the memories o' unfinished deeds

Life's garbage bin, life's junk bin
Things on which thou 'ere not keen
Miss'd opportunities, lost chances
Things on which ya took pellucid glances