I am about to leave I am the distance you always feel I am black, please paint me white With the calm sleeps in your eyes
This is nothing but fear This is the speech I always hear This is noise which interferes With my ears, hard to make it clear
Should I know? Is it enough to make me go? Should I go? Or try to fix this somehow? If I don't, my own words can turn against me I can suppress and swallow, it's growing in me
When your face falls down for hide behind your hands It gives birth for a moment But not enough to see the point of your life When you feel the stocks are running out, the end is near We’re balancing, devour time Our home is just a thin line
The inside is out The outside is in Our mouth is the weapon Our words are killing These reflected letters are constantly feeding This self-digesting process
When your face falls down for hide behind your hands It gives birth for a moment But not enough to see the point of your life When you feel the stocks are running out, the end is near We’re balancing, devour the time Our home is just a thin line Which separates the true and false shine
Are you gonna miss me? When your words will dismiss me
Speak to me Slow down the time Steal the seconds The wall between you and ITeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
