smelling the soul

Well...whatever. I don't want to talk about that.


Oh, job's like a trap thee can't be off duty
Y'know, trudging on the street, and scene ain't used to be.
Well, coffee addiction, I know,
there's only one place to go.
Throwing out what you load.
smelling the soul.

Oh, life's like a drag cannot take off from thee
Y'know, only one way to cure fatigue instantly.
"Oh, Brazil latte, I know"
Mr. Rice come and told.
drinking until the bottom show.
smelling the soul.

Oh, yeah!
smelling the soul.


Just a muse.