Losing control

drop the d, i need some guts to rearrange my spine lose my selfish blind expression pur a little wine do the twist and let me spit upon my miserable shrine mind your business, i just need to smudge my perfect shine losing control is best when you need to forget the hard times, the big mimes the skeletons wasting their smiles crumbling my drained flat brain naked beds and screams the lost dreams, obsessed themes the visions of a blind love trying to pass over the great pan, swimming the wine sea, seeking the right plea to jump ahead again walking the shores of a great escape shaking the hands of the two-faced friends giving a smile on a plate play the double turn emotion keep yourself in shape let me underrate my skills and act a little ape i wanna land on dusty floors have nothing to regret waste my day, just pour some more wine i need to pass the gate