Goggles - Melvins

Of weak intesity of sheer velocity

Silver boy gone but he left his hand

Happpy to chain Leave all his things

Get right and heave it

May be taste a few

Disguise dis all of you

Violence try to make me follow

I’m not a dog

But yes I will

Untell my visions clear I’ll not fith here

The last thing I need is time to feed