You try to contest a lie which you probably told A dead vendetta sustained when we're all too old Prone to dig down in grounds where you shouldn't go (You get a red light) A life without oxygen, whispered in the breath You couldn't breathe or leave alone
And you wanted a reason to go
Does anybody understand this mind? Am I out of sequence Or in the times, the day I cried? Does anybody understand these times? Am I out of sequence Or in my mind, the day I cried?
Out of sequence Or in my mind, the day I cried?
You're born to a crest, obsessed with the family stones Your hands made of wax attack the flames in which you throw Facts from your aftermath that you can't deny (You get a red light) A sign two split minds is just the difference of an eye (You get a red light)
And you wanted a reason to cry
Does anybody understand this mind? Am I out of sequence Or in the times, the day I cried? Does anybody understand these times? Am I out of sequence Or in my mind, the day I cried? Does anybody understand this mind? Am I out of sequence Or in the times, the day I cried?
Out of sequence Or in the times, the day I cried? Out of sequence Or in the times, the day I cried? Out of sequence Or in the times, the day I cried? Out of sequence Or in the times, the day I cried? The day I cried The day I cried The day I criedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
