Puta Volcano - Indigos And Vulgars

Drift along the corridors,
I'm watching through the eyeholes
There's nothing left to see

Recognize the voices
Still I'm ignorant to sounds
Hear the whispers of the walls

Indigos and vulgars
Are stranded playing cards
In the great white living room

I'm sitting by the Devil
He lay's his eyes upon me
till I fall asleep, fall asleep

I'm wasting, waiting here
I'm wasting, waiting

Walking past the windows
They stand in line and smile
bunch of schizo diplomats

Always on the loose
still the feeling of the noose
feeds my silent screaming thoughts

Indigos and vulgars
barking at each other
circus frozen show

I'm sitting by myself
he lays a smile upon me
you raving lunatic, lunatic

I'm wasting, waiting here
I'm wasting, wait

One of you holds my key
One of you knows this game

I'm wasting, waiting here
I'm wasting, waiting