Food For The Soul Lyrics - Sandwich

Craving for bliss I raise my fist 

and strike the spot the pains me most 

I dig inside I ride the ride 

I grab the pain by the throat 

I feel it squirm it burns it burns 

White knuckles tight my hurt I hold 

I clench the sheets I lose control 

swept in rapture it's good for the soul 

Check cos u can't get no access, nevertheless, 

mess with the super melt scratch it's a test 

1-2, I got mud on shoe 

3-4, I got a little bit more in store 

For all you the ladies on the floor, 

shake it all over til your feet get sore 

Go with the flow of the show stopper, 

beats like a dynamo grasshopper 

breaking the line, I paint myself 

and face the hell that makes me sick 

I see my state I fall from grace my soul it screams 

I make it bleed, I suck it dry 

what does not kill can make me strong 

I clench the sheets I lose control 

I swept in hatred it's good for the soul 

Pile, up the calls for a mile 

While I take a little break as I dial 

The number of your silver mobile 

Try to make you smile as I text something juvenile 

Flex the vortex of this complex index 

inject it with honey, in effect like sex next 

bounce like a bungee flea, 

have a shopping spree at the airport duty free 

tickets, just call when u hear the dj 

fall if u hear the buffet, say , 

Don't I know you from school? Cool 

I got a fleece jacket, I haven't tried wool, 

Fool, watch where u goin' 

Does anybody about the seeds that we sowin' 

pushing the borders in order to expand, 

stand and jump around with the band, c'mon! 

It's food for the soul 

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