They brought it to a boil The periphery closed They wont call it disorder But you’d already known They had it at a boil But it felt like a sprawl They won’t warn its looming But you made the call You were there to look that gifthorse in the mouth You were there to run the mendacious from the town Now it seems we might never get there Now it seems I may never get there To be measured in stars To go forth with this march At what cost? At what cost? (Now it seems we may never get there) So I will prone myself Expose myself Sacrifice all wellness Just for a certain death I’m wearing you out For a night on the town Displaying commonalities With those that escaped the PlioceneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
