Take Your Time By Pottery
When you lose all your paper
You lose sight
When you found a new habit
No more life
When you’ve lost all possessions
No more pride
Spike in your skin, thrown in a bin
Easy to hide
Now the cops are in your shelter, A red tie
No position of your comfort, Left to die
Black mass on the ceiling, And no light
Time is to spleet, never repeat, You lose sight
TAKE YOUR TIME!
TAKE YOUR TIME!
TAKE YOUR TIME!
TAKE YOUR TIME!
TAKE YOUR TIME!
TAKE YOUR TIME!
TAKE YOUR TIME!
TAKE YOUR TIME!
TAKE YOUR TIME!
TAKE YOUR TIME!
TAKE YOUR TIME!
TAKE YOUR TIME!
