couch surfers
slip slide into place
some creeping some crawling
most lost into space
we warriors
we few
the roasted the fallen
the true
we warriors
ride on a cloud
no time for the fallen
too lazy too proud
couch flyers grip
pistol grip beam
lasers that carve out
the guess from the dream
we surrender our wills
to the pleasures that surge
retinas plugged
into primordial urge
lazyboy cowboys
on a midnight patrol
we donít play but we listen
and we listen YO!

other ice rock lyrics

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