What’s the ticking sound inside my read denim pocket
Tick Tock…
Stolen from New Orleans
I remember still, coffin drums
Your big notions
Thus we enter in False Equivalence
There we will spar False Equivalent
What good can it bring now
We’re barely evolved I know I’ve hardly listened
With my heart, soul and body
Thus we enter in False Equivalence
There we will spar False Equivalent
