The bricks, construct, the place in witch I self destruct My eyes, they see, the zombies limp abreast to me Structures ascend, channeling wind We bag for change in the valley witchin
Waste away Hanging Out
Coffe acid, cigarettes and mathes Stairway, cafe, were adrift for another day How far we suprass the nameless mass In endeavors so meanigless I look for so kind of meaning All my actions seem so self - defeating
Two friends, some pens, sixty five cents Real life brings it to an end How far we suprass the mass, in endeavors so meaningless
Thanks to Matthew Joseph RocheTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
