Eureka Pile — текст песни (Ministry)

I seem to find myself each time I run away

Dont give me vivid in some yester body (selling) days ?

Sometimes they reappear just like the sands of time

Or dya like some quick sand baby running off my summer wine



Same faces broken homes

Those memories have fled

All tears within me now are dormant or dead

My viens are bursting with a thirst that you cannot ignore



Alright eurekas pile

Now my saviour, or my whore



Theres a lot that they dont mind when things arent what they seem

I always wake up baby cos I always wake up me

My life may aint come to much

Ignore my history



Least my eureka pile can see some way I feel

Aint the way I see (* 2)



My eureka pile and me.