Lletres: Bob Mould. Egoverride.

It's the sound of my ego spinning out of control
Sounds in my head that might never come out
Stuck in my head, and forever reverberate
How do you pluck them out?

Oh, these are the stories that will never unfold
All of the characters cast in stone
Years surely weathered them, I don't remember them
They've all faded away

Oh, I'm a child, oh, I'm a baby
I can change my mind
Like any other genius
This is genius, this is genuine, this is bullshit

Suppressing the violent side
That ego can override
Suppressing the violent side
That ego can override

Oh, oh, as a child, as a baby
As a phenomenon, as a meteorite
Burned out in the galaxy
Where the parking lots are oh, so bright

Suppressing the violent side
That ego can override
Suppressing the violent side
That ego can override

Ego
Override
Ego
Override

Suppressing the violent side
That ego can override
Suppressing the violent side
That ego can override