lyrics

And this just feels like spinning plates
I'm living in cloud cuckoo land
And this just feels like spinning plates
Our bodies floating down the muddy river

related lyrics: so how much can you stand? the flames are lapping up & up, lickin round the legs going in a circle dogs pulling on its chain the wind blows a tune tune to the coming dead. this just feels like spinning plates a temple of hypocrits opportunist. i am no magician. our bodies floating down the muddy river. i jump at the slightest sound/im trying to keep my balance. they have borrowed all the kitchen knives they are killing all the tall thin ones. switch off and walk away. spinning plates trick. spinning plates im spinning plates juggling plates juggling plates spinning plates spinning plates spinning plates spinning plates im juggling plates [taken from the following pages: 1 & 2