In the middle of the desert Like a group of bats They've been looking for a class to give a place to crash Wandering around like that
I lost track of how many times we fight over and over over the same old rag, we can't come back Can't make it back to live like that, as if none of this ever made us bleed, roll up your sleeves Clearly they're not following Clearly the system isn't up to speed Updates, new light slates, who could figure it won't necessarily mean less stress It most definitely don't mean success Emptiness of external approval Can't fill it up if you don't let me be I don't let me feel whatever keeps me away from the portrait i made of myself I depend on validation but I feel it nevertheless
Seeking for a nomad living What was left behind In a devastated picture, lesson on their backs Sun is way too high
Inevitably, sublimating my emotions in the making I do, I do, I never stop doing All the words and actions spilling out I talk in a torrent throwing up whichever comes to mind It was always easy for me so I don't take any credit, I don't acknowledge the merit
In the middle of the desert Like a group of bats They've been looking for a class to give a place to crash Wandering around like that
I create or copy nice... but I never circulate the feeling The driving force, staring without judgement at those terrifying chapters Scary but tracky a trail to follow on the person I've become Holy identity full of holes Holey identity full of hope To be complete by liquid substance gaseous matter Flee the concrete flee our own mess, goes without sayingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
