Alone again, sociable Just a walking contradiction for the diction to beat I'm so dumb, so very numb I can't tell who, why or what I've already done Incomplete, did you get any sleep? A photocopy of a copy of a copy just leaked Stuck in this room, stuck in your dreams One, two, three, fourteen times a day
Can you see, you remind me of How I use to be Let's say goodbye to our maybes Incomplete, just a texture of How life really is And it seems to feel so real
Eys wide shut, faded to white A little conversation never seemed to stray this far Ignore my thoughts, is that blood on your sleeve A needle dropped inside my basket of great, great ideas Susceptible, open and bare Going under in the seven seas of long blank stares Your so damn it, I'm so damn hot Let's burn it out, and be forgotten forever and out
Time and circles, it's the way we are Held by the legions of our alcohol Bound to the faintness of an hour glass Open boxcutter, empty cigarette The meaning of life will come in a dream This is why we must never go to sleep Confined to our habits, rinse, wash, repeat Open boxcutter, empty cigaretteTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
