I worry my plan was done wrong Everything's wrong, all in different direction Every eye in different direction, every part of this damn body made wrong Making a step, backing up by two Only desires command us to cross each other every day
I hate those things that once plunged in my mind stay there And show up when I do not know what to think And then everything loses its sense, it gives a draft to the whole
There's reality and there's utopia, but the unreal one This bad breath over my shoulder I worry that this world is rubbish It sucks down all energy from us We put so much effort in what will our descendants walk over We are walking over bodies of our ancestors Do you feel their blood under your feet? Their sweat? World built of bodies living particle, what for?
There's a body, there's consciousness But the eternal chaos has strongly rooted in our schizophrenia No silence, the voices always screaming, eternal chaos Maybe we have crossed ourselves and our own existence wants to kill us? Turn this game off, playtime's overTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
