My escape to Zion(your skin as paper, my lips as pen and our oceans of bloody diamond’s, inside my brain)

I’m sofa surfin, delivering a groove salad,

While thinking about you, making me go dream chasin’ baby boo,

All i need is you.

Your skin as paper, my lips as pen,

And our oceans of bloody diamond’s, inside my brain.

Cause we are two groove junkies,

That move, through this concrete jungle like monkeys.

Your my escape to Zion

Cause i’m feeling trapped, in this box of iron.

Disconnected from this reality, i rewind the movie of my life,

That i’ve produced in my mind, scared of the atrocities that i’m seeing,

Making me wanna go deaf and blind.

Mediu sintetic nefericit

Si ce-mi da mie mereu de gandit,

E acelasi mediu, sintetic nefericit.

Am apelat la sentimente dar aveau ocupat.

Asa ca vegetez in pat, si ma mir ca pana acuma nu am realizat, ca viata mea

Este un sir de intamplari confuze, ce se scurg si cad pe pamant ca roua de pe frunze.

Autori: Geo si UrbaN Poetry